Toujours Pouzauges – from Gail Gillespie who stayed in our house at the end of June
After a day spent on the Ile de Re sunning ourselves, dodging jelly fish the size of dinner plates and feasting on moules and frites, we made our way to Pouzauges. It’s an easy 1.5 hours drive in our rented Citroen through lush farm land dotted with white cows. The village sits on one of the highest hills in the area rising above the Vendee. We follow our directions to centre ville and have no trouble finding the terraced house on the high side of the village square. We have a hot shower and give the washing machine a run for its money before heading out.
Before we arrived, I had plans to visit nearby Nantes and the coast on day trips. But I am now content to sleep in, read and ponder which pastry I will have at the boulangerie and walk around town. Feeling guilty and with the fromage and vin rouge taking their toll, we take a stroll up the Bois de la Folie, a lush forest 5 minutes away and spend the afternoon at the excellent aquatic centre.
On our last day, I lie in the wrought iron bed in the little house I have come to see as my own and wonder will we be back? I hope so, but that depends on whether Sharon and David find out how much washing we did while we were there!
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