Day 4. From Millau to Le Mans, via Oradour Sur Glane (427 miles)
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After a light continental breakfast. it was off to the viaduct. (note to self never park close to or over large deposits of pigeon droppings)
Millau viaduct is the tallest bridge in the world with one mast's summit at 343.0 metres (1,125 ft) above the base of the structure. It is the 12th highest bridge deck in the world, being 270 metres (890 ft) between the road deck and the ground below
After fascinating with the mighty stunning bridge and some pictures underneath
It was time to leave Millau and at at 10.30 am we looped around and rode over the viaduct heading up to our next destination Oradour sur glane, toll roads was our opted route to make time and cover distance not much to report on the way up, just observing the road craft the French lane discipline indicators flashing for overtake and then back in, the native buzzards soaring and circling in the blue sky or sitting on the fence posts by the road. Now and then a Frenchman driving Gordini style 90 MPH + up your chuff , one hand on the wheel seat reclined to the max (yes he owns the road)

Petrol stations generally every 20 K with some OK coffee or the sprinkling rest areas of the aires du whatever for a rest bite.
We arrived in Oradour a little late for lunch, a nice lady in the local pattiserie saved the day, a small quiche and some pastries

(when in France

) washed down with a diet coke.
Oradour Sur Glane
The thought provoking statue of the burning pregnant lady.
The original population was destroyed on 10 June 1944, when 642 of its inhabitants, including women and children, were massacred by the German Waffen-SS company. A new village was built after the war on a nearby site but on the order of the then French president Charles de Gaulle the original has been maintained as a permanent memorial and museum.
The entry to the village is free, payment only required for entrance to the museum but the whole thing never fails to move me, they say the silence is deafening leaving you somber and cold. The less people in the village the colder it feels.
The melted church bell. Stirs emotion
After leaving Oradour it was a long slog up toll roads to our final night in Le Mans.
More circling Buzzards.
Our hotel is the Ibis Lemans on the banks of the river Sarthe.
The hotel had the best secure parking that we experienced with coded entry.
The separate rooms gave rest bite from the un-synchronized chain saw snoring melodies.
Our very short stop over gave us a small glimpse of the old and new of the city.
The Last Supper:
Having a lot to reflect on and indeed our final day to plan loosely the middle bit

, we needed a fair amount of food and drink. Our last evening meal in France our choice of restaurant was La Tavern Des Arts
A few cold beers hit the spot, Followed by: Home-made duck foie gras and its fig chutney
Then: chateaubriand and fries, with a salad on the side
All washed down with a nice red. (when in france)
Desert was : profiteroles vanille for chad
For me the Éclair au Caramel
A couple of shorts and then a wobble back to the great Ibis for a few more shorts, now that sealed the day
