A very moving morning at Oradour-sur-Glane where the villagers were massacred by the SS at the end of WWII. See http://www.oradour.info/ for details of this appalling act. They have kept the remains fo the village as a memorial to the dead and it's quite chilling.
Leaving Oradour we have a drink and get a sandwich at a nearby village before fruitlessly following signs for local megaliths (ancient standing stones). These are not to be found and so we run north on miles and miles of the straightest roads I suspect I have ever seen. Finally ending up at Montrichard in the Bellevue, I saw Mr Grumpy was still behind the desk at the Hotel La Croix Blanche and drove on by.
The blind man is still selling corn dollies outside the Marie and this time Mary bought one, hopefully we can get it back to the UK intact.
Dinner at the same place as last time, the ProccoPio, was not so flash. The place is busy but not hugely well run, it’s main claim to fame is that it’s the only place open in town that we could find. The crepe for desert was good though.