France has some pretty weird things in it.
The sun started the set. The temperature fell. We left our day of comfort as the day left us. Coming out of the green lush of our time travel into the grey industrialism of another major city. The single lane road that we had swept down the river on had soon become a motorway. Tours soon arrived upon us. We drove down the main boulevard. High buildings separated with a median of trees. It was as if the country was trying to swallow the city once again. A foreigner in its territory. Not like the other cities we had been through. There was a certain grace in the isolation of Tours. It wasn’t so taken over with industry, society, people.