Over the hill and around the bend and you’re just about there. In fact, if it weren’t for the fact that the road passes directly through the village square, it would be possible to miss it altogether.
I suppose this could be true of many a small hamlet in western France, but I’m not describing just another rural village, I’m talking about Angles-sur-l’Anglin, perched between the hilltop overlooking the Anglin River and the river valley below, little more than a winding road and a few well-worn stone stairways and alleyways separating the two.
Initially, it was merely another name, on another road sign, coming through our own city. Later a youthfully elder neighbour, who bikes through various parts of the region weekly, mentioned in passing that he’d recently ridden through there and how lovely it was, recommending it to our attention should the opportunity to visit ever present itself.
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