Day 9: Charavines to la Côte-Saint-André

Walking in France: Preparing breakfast, oblivious to the locked gate behind, Charavines camping ground

Preparing breakfast, oblivious to the locked gate behind

Thursday, 7 July 2016
Distance 28 km
Duration 6 hours 20 minutes
Ascent 419 m, descent 515 m
Map 150 of the TOP 100 lime-green series
Topo-guide (ref. 650) Sentier vers Saint-Jacques-de-Compostelle : Genève – Le Puy

We had a long way to go, so we rose early and ate our muesli at a concrete table near the entrance.

It was only when we tried to leave that we realised that the high steel gate was locked, and there was no way around it.

Our banging on the office door and ringing of the bell produced no response except from one of the long-term residents, who came up and informed us that the gate was always closed from 10 pm to 7 am. By this time it was 6:45.

Walking in France: Start of the day's first climb

Start of the day’s first climb

We contemplated what would have happened if we had been a few minutes later returning from dinner last night.

To our great relief, the gate slid away punctually and we emerged with only minor indignation.

Walking in France: Near the top

Near the top


Back past the restaurant, we began to climb through a forest, and kept climbing until we reached open grasslands.

Walking in France: Lost in a hayfield

Lost in a hayfield


We only got lost once, where the track had been ploughed up and planted as a hayfield, but we marched over it anyway.

Luckily, the hay had just been harvested so it was easy going.

Walking in France: About to start a big "up and over" to le Grand-Lemps

About to start a big “up and over” to le Grand-Lemps


Having crossed the D17 on a farm road, we skirted the base of Mont-St-Marc and were reunited with the GR for the first time since le Pin.

We continued on a succession of small roads, went under the autoroute and began a steep climb, followed by an equally steep fall and finally a vertiginous stony tunnel through a small wood, which delivered us to the first houses of le Grand-Lemps.


Walking in France: Descending to le Grand-Lemps

Descending to le Grand-Lemps

Walking in France: Almost down

Almost down


Departing momentarily from the GR, we stepped down to the main square of the town, a fine wide space shaded by a double row of plane trees.

Several cafés had put tables and chairs under the trees and we quickly established ourselves at one of them, with a bag of recently bought pastries in hand. It was 10 am, just the right time for second breakfast.

Walking in France: Main square of le Grand Lemps

Main square of le Grand Lemps


Walking in France: Second breakfast

Second breakfast


When we felt inclined to go on, we regained the GR by taking the street past the graveyard, and continued our peaceful way. There were high forested slopes to the right of us but our track was flat and open.

Walking in France: Off the GR65, about to arrive in la Frette

Off the GR65, about to arrive in la Frette

After an hour or so we made another deviation, this time to the village of la Frette on the highway.

We thought there would be a bar there, and found one at the first corner, romantically named the Bar du Parking, since there was a parking area opposite.

Walking in France: Enjoying the ambience of the Bar du Parking, la Frette

Enjoying the ambience of the Bar du Parking, la Frette


It was now noon, lunch time by French standards, and people were dining inside, but we sat outside under a tree for what was no more than a refill of our coffees of the Grand-Lemps.

While we were there, a car came to the corner and blocked the traffic ahead of a Convoi Exceptionnel – a huge ocean-going boat on a trailer. It seemed a long way from the nearest ocean.

Walking in France: Back on the GR65

Back on the GR65

Back on the GR, we found the track starting to rise into the forest, only to fall again, then rise once more.

We were on the actual slope or côte after which the nearby towns were named (St-Hilaire-de-la-Côte, la Côte-St-André).

We passed a château buried in its garden, then left the road and began our final descent on a dusty wheel track under the black shade of the forest.

Walking in France: Final descent to la Côte-Saint-André

Final descent to la Côte-Saint-André


Quite suddenly we arrived in the main street of la Côte-St-André, as straight as a gun-barrel and lined with shops. Towards the other end we found the Hôtel de l’Europe, where we were hoping to stay, as there was no camping in this town.

The front rooms of the hotel looked rather shabby and odd – we worked out later that it was more of a workers’ hostel than a tourist hotel – but our room was lovely, all white, with cherry-red curtains and bedspread, no ghastly paintings on the walls, and space-age plumbing.

Walking in France: Hôtel de l’Europe, la Côte-St-André

Hôtel de l’Europe


Having given this plumbing a thorough workout, and had a luxurious rest, we set off in our clean clothes to look for a place to eat.

There were posters on the street advertising the forthcoming Berioz festival – Berioz was born in la Côte-St-André in 1803 and spent the first eighteen years of his life here.

Walking in France: Pondering where to eat over a cold glass of rosé

Pondering where to eat over a cold glass of rosé

As to restaurants, there were plenty of them but none took our fancy. They were either absurdly expensive, like the Logis hotel in the church square, or too drab and dreary.

In desperation we sat down at a bar opposite the Logis and tried to clear our minds with cold glasses of rosé, that dawn-pale rosé so beloved in this part of France (and many others).

Still undecided, although in happier spirits, we wandered back to the five-way corner near our hotel (known locally as the six routes, for reasons unknown) and noticed people eating, a little way up the side street.

Walking in France: Chez la Mère Marin, la Côte-Saint-André

Chez la Mère Marin


The place was called Chez la Mère Marin and there was a big red awning stretched right across the pavement to block the sun, which was pouring down the street like molten lava.

The atmosphere was cheerful and the menu looked good, so we sat down and our host bustled out to raise an extra parasol at the edge in case a ray of sun should get through.

Walking in France: Entrées; a large salade verte to share

A large salade verte to share


We began with a salade verte for €5, which was elaborate and generous, more than enough for us to share.

It came in a glass bowl inside a colander, while the bread came in a paper bag and the cutlery in a vase. Apart from that, the receptacles were normal.

Walking in France: Main courses, la Côte-Saint-André

Main courses


Following that, our grave, fleshy, courteous waiter (no doubt the owner) brought steak for Keith and chicken for me, each with its side dish of gratin dauphinois. As usual, I could only eat half of mine.

At the hotel, there were still people eating in the dining room, single men for the most part, as we mounted the stairs to our lovely room.