Quiet need in the hotel until the 7:30 traffic started for the (disappointing) Saturday market. Maybe we missed the best of it by getting up too late! We were 34th for breakfast! Adam drove us back to Tours, and we handed the car back in at the train station, and got a taxi to our third hotel: Hôtel L’addresse, in Rue de la Rôtisserie, close to Place Plumereau.
It’s a Hôtel de Charme, and yes, it was quite charming, although the staff were a bit surly. Left our bags there and went to explore Tours until our room was ready, and quickly discovered that Tours is full of gay boys, which was a very pleasant surprise. It’s difficult to get any information on Tours form the web, because any search brings up lots of junk, so we hadn’t picked up this on our preparation for the holiday. Went to the tourist information and got a list of the bars and restaurants, so last us the few days.
Had lunch at a nice chocolatier, where we managed to find a small lunch, which was a relief and wandered some more until 3pm, when we could get into our rooms. Our rooms were lovely and light, with balconies overlooking the narrow, pedestrian, Rue de la Rôtisserie, which is full of busy, lively restaurants with seating on the street. Decided to have a rest for the afternoon, and Michael and I had a little wander around Tour later in the afternoon. Visited the tomb of St Martin in one of the baroque churches, but it was pretty ghastly. Cunningly, to see into the glass-sided crypt you had to kneel on a kneeling stand to get a good look in, so all the tourists looked like they were praying!
We started the evening with a drink a gay bar in rue de la Grosse Tour, called La P’tite Chose which has a lovely barman in a little white vest who was getting ready for a fifth birthday party the next night. Everyone had mojitos, whilst I celebrated with a Lady Man cocktail, which was champagne with lychee liqueur and violette syrup (It was a pretty lurid colour!) and very tasty. Went in search of a restaurant, and kind of got talked into eating at french, smart, and very camp restaurant, called Rococo, where we had a fried meal. We didn’t realise it was a wok restaurant. We are in some tufa cellars, whcih was atmopsheric and there were lots of mirrors, glitter and camp acrylic chairs, and gilt. The decor was better than the food (more about that tomorrow). Went back to our room and played a game of uno with Barry and Adam, drinking red wine, with the balcony doors open onto the buzzing Rue de la Rôtisserie. It was a late night!