|As I rode and drove around the district, we saw these posters not realising that we were going to still be here when it was on. It was a real treat.|
As we wandered around Montrichard’s centre villa with the Donjon looking down on the town, we noticed that the streets had red carpet between the store holders either side. We could hear a brass band in the distance getting louder and louder till we saw a group of brightly dressed people in a parade coming up the main drag of Montrichard. These were the Primeur Producers of the Touraine in their specific cloaks adorned with medals and such that denoted their craft.
|This gentleman who was in the march displayed his medal as a Touraine Primeur with great pride. We had a little chat as much as one can do within the language. He seemed very pleased that I took an interest in his medal and was happy to pose for me.|
|I'm not sure that my photo does justice to this magnificent tree in full autumn colours.|
The colours of the fallen leaves covered the green grass and red carpet. A very restful garden to stop for a rest.
|The red carpet was out allowing us to see into areas not normally seen.|
|Not just wine, but so many other local producers showing off their wares.|
This was inside the many caves within the side of the hills in Montrichard's central business district.