The plan today was to head towards Montrichard, which Veronique pronounced with a hard “t”. We did not expect to reach it but it was the general direction we headed towards, thinking it would be nice to see the Cher, another tributary of the Loire. We put another late awakening down to the quiet of the countryside. Not even a cock crowed to disrupt the stillness. The contrast was stark to our normal wakening to street noise. Wary of banking on breakfast en route we had a quick coffee and enough to sustain us and set off for Seur by 10.30. We sailed on through Chitenay which where we had stopped the day before, and on to Fougēres sur Beuvre on minor roads, We spotted a waymarked cycleway which we had somehow missed, but which rejoined the road just before we hit the village. The area in front of the church was stunning. It was pristine, looking well cared for, fresh and clean. This was probably the most beautiful village we had seen so far – breathtaking in its simplicity and purity. We lingered without need of refreshment, enjoying the calming influence of the building’s beauty. The church’s imposing exterior belied its internal dsimplicity. It had originally housed few stained glass windows m and now breakages had left fewer still.
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