Day 64 St Quentin
Although our accommodation here is modest in size it is quite comfortable. I write sitting under Stuart Altman’s donated washing line with a pair of my Tilley knickers drying nicely above my head. Janet’s Tilley’s are drying over her head
The Premiere Classe hotel is not to be found in the place described by Google, in fact we have found that this tendency to error is not an uncommon thing with Google. The hotel is on the periphery of St Quentin and although we haven’t strolled today in an official capacity we have wandered about to find stuff. Our first task was to find some food for tomorrow’s lunch to eat during the official stroll. My shoes, purchased during the week of our departure from the UK, are beginning to look tired. The soles are losing grip and holes are starting to appear in the uppers. I found a large discount shoe emporium and went in, encouraged by the unmistakable smell of rubber. All the shoes on display were far too weak for my needs, only the casual stroller could possibly be pleased to wear such feeble footwear.
After a post prandial nap we set off into the centre of St Quentin in order to find the next set of maps to take us to Reims. The weather has been a little unsettled and the rain came down in torrents as we arrived in the town centre.
The rain finally went away leaving behind lots of puddles and a blue sky although turning around we could see what some other lucky blighters might be getting.
I am going to have a stab at inserting a video into this post. It is of the town hall square and the carillon in the clock. It is not top quality as it was shot on a small camera plus my arms were being jostled by people huddled under a shop canopy with me.
Dismal failure with the video, ummm!
Google maps are not to be relied on, and I heard that one small country considered invading another when Google moved the border!
Becky – was it Wales? 🙂