Day 6 – Montargis

With the heatwave I made the decision to ride out the storm somewhere cool; last year on LEJOG I had to make a similar call when it snowed in May in the Scottish Borders! So instead, we took the chance to explore Montargis; a pretty little town beside a canal. My mum was keen for a cycle so we awoke early and rode along the waterway, past several locks and a very pretty manor house, I’m sure it would be a perfect location for filming, Emily in Paris, or Bridgerton abroad!
More exercise with some home yoga; only afterwards did we discover the Montargis yoga studio! Namaste!
We took a cultural excursion to the Musee de Girodet; an extensive art collection complete with pretty gardens.
I was most excited to discover Montargis is the home of Praline; there is a Praline school, a delicious old fashioned sweet shop, complete with flower adorned bicycle in the front window, and a truly remarkable patisserie! I was literally in seventh heaven and would have almost wished for the heatwave to continue to enforce protracted stay in Montargis! However, I am very keen to arrive in Geneva as someone rather special should be arriving on Saturday and there is a tight schedule to meet! Time waits for no praline! https://www.mazetconfiseur.com/170-pralines

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