Day 15: Villeneuve-sur-Cher to Mehun-sur-Yèvre

Saturday, 9 July 2011
Distance 16 km
Duration 3 hours 5 minutes
Ascent 60 m, descent 81 m
Map 134 of the TOP 100 lime-green series

Walking in France: Breakfast in the laundry, Villeneuve-sur-Cher camping ground

Breakfast in the laundry, Villeneuve-sur-Cher camping ground

Anticipating only a short walk to Mehun-sur-Yèvre, we allowed ourselves to sleep in until 7:15. The morning was fine but too windy for comfort, so we took our gear into the laundry of the ablutions block and made breakfast unceremoniously on a washing machine.

That done, we crossed the bridge for the last time, turned left at the bar corner and resumed yesterday’s walk on the D35.

Walking in France: Passing through Villeneuve-sur-Cher for the last time

Passing through Villeneuve-sur-Cher for the last time

Looking back at the compact village in its wide spread of fields, we could easily imagine it under snow or driving rain, snug and self-contained.

Walking in France: Looking back to Villeneuve-sur-Cher

Looking back to Villeneuve-sur-Cher

For a kilometre or so the GR41 came along the road with us, but as soon as we had passed the château it vanished up a lane.

We were not tempted to follow, as we could see on the map that it described a couple of big loops before ending up back on the road a few kilometres further on. In any case, this road was very quiet, the main highway along the Cher being on the other side.

An hour’s stroll through sunflowers and wheat stubble brought us to the village of Sainte-Thorette, like Villeneuve a tiny settlement on one of the roads radiating out from Bourges.

Walking in France: Arriving in Sainte-Thorette

Arriving in Sainte-Thorette

As usual we hoped fervently to find a bar here and indeed there was one, down near the bridge, to which we were directed by a passing woman.

The young barman welcomed us in – he had only just opened the door – and set about preparing our coffee.

Walking in France: And its bar

And its bar

I mentioned that a couple of croissants would be nice, at which his wife hurried off in the car to collect some, with the bread order for the restaurant, but came back without any, as it was too late in the morning by then (9:30 am).

Walking in France: Second breakfast, Sainte-Thorette

Second breakfast, Sainte-Thorette

Instead we ate the rounds of bread that we had removed from the dinner table last night for just such an eventuality.

Walking in France: Sunflowers and wind turbines on the way to Mehun-sur-Yèvre

Sunflowers and wind turbines

Continuing on our peaceful way, we passed through an ocean of sunflowers, with the wind turbines on the hill behind like the skeletons of sailing ships.

The countryside gave way to suburbs as soon as we crossed the autoroute and we still had four kilometres to go to the centre. This was rather dreary and we thought of taking a detour along the “Chaussée de César”, the old Roman way from Bourges, but it turned out to be an ordinary bitumen road so we pressed on.

At the railway station we followed the signs to the Office of Tourism, which took us over the Canal de Berry (last seen at St-Amand-Montrond), then up a steep, narrow one-way street lined with ancient houses in various stages of neglect and decay.

Walking in France: Our little tent among the white behemoths, Mehun-sur-Yèvre camping ground

Our little tent among the white behemoths, Mehun-sur-Yèvre camping ground

Most of the shops seemed to be boarded up. At the top it was a bit livelier. We went through a magnificent stone archway with a clock tower – “La Porte de l’Horloge” – in what had been the town wall in mediaeval times, and found the Office of Tourism just beyond it, on the peripheral highway (D2076). We got maps of Mehun and of Vierzon, our destination for tomorrow, and learned that the camping ground was just along the street.

We found it on the very top of the rise, next to the water tower, exposed to every breath of wind and bare except for a tall double line of trees. However the amenities were sparklingly clean, although not new.

Walking in France: A beer and coffee beside the Tour de l’Horloge

A beer and coffee beside the Tour de l’Horloge

We had lunch, lay down on our mats and fell asleep. It was 3:30 when we came round and set about putting up the tent among the white behemoths that were our neighbours. It looked like a mole among elephants.

After that we wandered back towards the old town in search of a bar with the Tour de France showing on the TV, but the drinkers of Mehun did not seem interested in their national sport.

Nevertheless we found a pleasant café beside the Tour de l’Horloge, with tables set out under the trees. A small wedding party walked past on their way to the Mairie, the bride carrying flowers and the guests wearing paper garlands, like something out of Madame Bovary.

Walking in France: The two remaining towers of the ruined château, Mehun-sur-Yèvre

The two remaining towers of the ruined château, Mehun-sur-Yèvre

Refreshed with beer and coffee, we took a turn to the nearby château on its rocky promontory.

All that remains now are a couple of ruined towers, vestiges of the luxurious fourteenth-century pleasure-palace of the Duc de Berry, which was itself a refurbishment of an earlier stronghold from the time when Mehun-sur-Yèvre was on the frontier of the territory held by the French king (early 1200s). This in turn had supplanted a succession of forts on the site, going back into prehistory.

Our next mission was to find somewhere to eat that night. Although it was Saturday, no restaurants seemed to be open, and many looked as if they would never open again.

The advice of the barman at the Café de l’Horloge was to try the Chinese place on the highway above. This turned out to be a good idea.

Walking in France: The Asiatique Pacifique Mandarin

The Asiatique Pacifique Mandarin

After an apéritif in the camping ground – the last of the wine that we had bought in St-Florent, sipped daintily from plastic containers – and a chat with some of our neighbours, we presented ourselves at the “Asiatique Pacifique Mandarin”. Although we normally avoid Asian restaurants while in France (preferring the more convincing Australian version of these cuisines), we thoroughly enjoyed our evening here.

The place was crowded with local families and the meal was in the form of a buffet, €13.50 per head. As the décor was relentlessly pink, we decided on a jug of rosé instead of the usual red, and refilled our plates several times from the shining vats around the walls.

Walking in France: Two of the many dishes we had from the buffet

Two of the many dishes we had from the buffet

There were all manner of fried and steamed rolls, a lot of seafood, tofu dishes and various concoctions of vegetables and meat. We kept away from the sickly-looking desserts – we were full by then anyway.

As one family at the adjoining table got up to go, the man smiled at us and said, in English “See you!”. The next man coming past tried his English too – ”Enjoy!” It gave us a delightful feeling of comradeship.