Why is it that some time during a holiday you decide it is time to start heading home? You get to a point when you have done everything you want to do and you cannot think of what to do next . We had been heading north for a while and were in that position where we had five more days to fill and could not really think of anything to do . That is one of the problems of being in an area that we had investigated over many years so there was little that we had not seen. We could have filled our time with another chateau or another tiny village . Even a bigger city or backtracking on what we had missed . Instead we decided that it would be cheaper and easier just to ring the Tunnel up and book a trip home sooner rather than later. It would cost much the same to travel home as it would be to pay for campsites or aires . So with the decision made we hit the road and travelled to Cluny. We had never been before and it was on the way home .
just outside the town . It cost 10 euros to stay 24 hours which made it a good overnight stop however staying a few hours also cost 10 euros . We moved on to another small car park nearer the town . This time we paid by the hour. Not sure how long we would be staying I stood in front of the machine pondering . How much to feed the machine ? Was there much to see ? How far is the walk up town ? Should I just put an hour in ? Would that be enough ? What if we stopped at the abbey and spent too long there or went for a coffee and a cake ? All these thoughts went through my mind plus a lot more . I threw in 1 euro 20 before I realised I had paid for four hours .
We sat for a while waiting for Eurotunnel to open . The hour difference makes a difference and it was slightly too early to ring. We had to wait a quarter of an hour before trying the English phone number . That was busy and /or out of order. Tried
it again with the same result . In the end tried the French site with the same result . We eventually tried the on line chat which worked a treat . We could travel home on Wednesday at lunchtime and this would cost us a further £121 pounds which we refused . We adjusted the time and picked a later one at £61. All we had to do now was head slowly up Cluny and have a look round and then head off for another nights stop on the way home.
The main street was heaving . There was a massive queue outside the boulangerie and we headed for the abbey stopping off first to admire if that is the right word the war memorial to the resistance . It dominated the main street . The church was impressive and I thought to wander in and have a quick look . What I had forgotten was that it was Easter Sunday . Old ladies carrying their Bibles were entering the church . Outside were the well dressed suited men by their beautifully dressed wives . The wives were kneeling down making sure that their daughters looked perfect in their Easter frocks and the suns crisp white shirts were just that - crisp , neatly ironed and perfect . They tied the bow ties and set off into the dark and gloomy church . A chorister or altar girl prevented my entry and I wish I had sneaked in and sat quietly at the back listening to a service I couldnt understand . The from the church were wonderful . I dont know whether it was but guessed not . The choir probably were robed in red with crisp white surplices . They sang like angels and we picked up the odd word Halleluija . They were celebrating Easter .
We left them to their singing . The boulangerie still had a queue out of the door . We passed by and went to the patisserie to buy what was probably going to be the last croissants of the trip and probably the last cakes of the trip.
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