Tournus has a real sense of the past, well preserved, no ugly suburban sprawl. The town is lived in.
A strange and disturbing ritual happens every night on the quay where we are moored on a pontoon. In the Lime trees lining the bank are thousands of Starlings. I admit they do make the front promenade smell and they do poop on diners in the cafes.
Tourusaian solution: man with van and ghetto blaster playing (very loudly) the sound of masses of angry birds. At each tree he stops pulls out a pole, puts pole up the tree (again very loud) banger with flash. Starlings fly off in their thousands. By the time he has got to the end of the avenue of trees, the Starlings have returned to the other end.
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| House within a house |
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| Quercy on pontoon. Trees with Starlings at night. |
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| Abbaye Cloister. Abbaye Saint Philibert |
Tourist information is very helpful with free Wifi that anyone can access if they are nearby. Benches outside at a premium for this reason!
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| Maison opposite Abbeye |
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| Eglise Sainte Madeleine beyond a typical narrow street similar ones in Lyon south of here. Everywhere is clean. People live in these houses. Quite unusual for a typical Burgundian town. Most centres are empty and people live in blocks or bungalows on the outskirts. |
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| Passage du Beif Potet. A 'traboule', narrow lane |
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