The meteo-radar did not look promising when we woke approaching Rouen. Wet weather due west was headed due east. When the time came to head into the town, the wet weather was upon us. Have you ever noticed cities smell different when they are wet?
Rouen has a reputation. The place where Jeanne d’Arc was burned at the stake in 1431, a medieval financial powerhouse from 1499, a continuous allied bombing target in WWII (1942-1944) because of its rail yards and other logistic targets, but today a big part of its fame comes from the very large number of timber, wattle and daub structures still standing (if barely, in a case or two), and its city clock.
This town house was built in the late 1400s before the 1520 law that forbade overhanging upper floors
As we walked through the central section of the city we were surrounded by the architectural evidence that France* was English and England was French for a very large part of medieval and renaissance history. Between the timbers is wattle, a lattice of stripped branches, straw and mud. As noted before, restoration is a career in France. *OK, Normandy.
As with all our tours, both included and optional, our guide was excellent and kept her cool when harassed by a loitering guy dressed as a chicken. The bicycle fair was a nice positive after that bit of nonsense.
It was a crowded day, Father’s Day in France, and once again we received stern warnings about pickpockets. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to keep one of our group from donating the contents of her purse to a passing one.
Rouen is one of the places we’d like to see more of. Our walk around encompassed just a few city blocks, and there is so much more here. Even so, we’d wait for a sunny day.
Off we go…
Elodie sets the stage
Fresh is a big deal
Roen has a lower, slower budget for cleaning
from here on it’s all a LOT older than this
more roofless tunnels
Timber, wattle and daub
In as good a mood as we
just as ornate as Paris
500 plus years old
after the rain, life comes to the street
another hospital interior courtyard/cemetary
not a good omen
hand carved wood
another hanging floor (untaxed)
gargoyles carved not to interfere
a bright spot in a gray day
one had to have married well to enter here
a former water course feeding a water wheel
low brow gargoyle
more bright spots
a dark spot
a bad spot, (not street art)
porcelain — and unbroken!!
there’s a story here
portable bedpan for long banquets
image produced by selectively cleaning the limestone
contrast in styles
another rose window
a different kind of kneeling bench
originals brought inside to stop erosion
Richard the Lion Heart’s heart lies here
three colors of stone from three quarries
animal rights protesters
the growing crowd
the city clock
the city emblem = the holy lamb
bride, matron and maids
notice the axle placement
comfy on cobbles
late to register for space
the church commemorating the VIking influence
the back of the Viking Chirch
the back from inside
the cross commemorating Jeanne d’Arc’s pyre
the wood was stacked here
the oldest in town
Julia Child’s first French meal was here
color this gray day needed
the oldest inn in France
the friendliest non-English speaker we met worked here
A smile always makes fun To the people you love. In addition it is good for morale. So do not make me one. Here’s mine, just for you.
resting our feet
Coq au Vin
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