Continuation of Travels with Rob dans la Belle France
I do not remember how long it took us to get to Tours. I vaguely remember stumbling out of this famous train like a sleepwalker rushed on by Rob. Despite his limited French, Rob gets a taxi and tells the driver to take us to the hotel d’Opéra.
Before I have time to nod off again, we stop on a quiet side street in front of two ruined buildings. One is a completely dilapidated shell overgrown with weeds and ivy. Only broken-down walls of the ruin are remaining. The other appears in slightly better condition. Although ravaged looking, the walls, windows, and roof seem intact.
“l’hôtel d’opéra! “, the taxi driver announces, pointing to the ruins.
With a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, he stopped the taxi, opened the doors, quickly removed our luggage from the trunk, deposited it on the sidewalk, and pocketed his fare.
Suddenly wide awake, I ask in disbelief, “l’hôtel d ‘Opéra?” “There”, he replies, jumping back into his cab.
We enter the building with some trepidation on the once imposing but now dangerously crumbling flight of stairs. The glamour of days gone by is still evident in the chipped and dusty chandeliers, the stained, worn-out purple carpets, the faded murals, and the elegant interior design. A glowing bouquet of red tulips and yellow daffodils, beautifully arranged with blossoming branches on the reception desk in the entrance hall, detracts the eyes from the shabby surroundings .
Contrary to all expectations, our chamber—like room on the second floor has charm. A single bed standing close to the entrance is partitioned off by a screen. Rob graciously offered to take this and gave me the big double bed facing a huge open window leading into a park. The branches of a blooming chestnut tree are almost touching the panes. Numerous birds have chosen this beautiful tree for their happy home. They are singing, twittering, and chirping at their heart’s content. Taking a rest from their nest building, they enjoy the last sunrays of the declining day. A warm breeze stirs the delicate curtains. The air smells fresh and fragrant with the aroma of spring flowers and blossoms.
After a short stroll, admiring some of the interesting facades of the old buildings downtown, Rob and I are lured to a cozy family restaurant by the enticing aromatic smells wafting out of the open door. The taste of grilled Iamb chops swimming in a sauce seasoned to perfection lingers in my memory forever. Back at the hotel, I relax in the enormous antique bathtub. I start feeling like a queen. The bed is comfortable, and the sheets are clean and smooth. I have an excellent deep sleep until the birds’ jubilant morning concert wakes me to another brilliant spring morning. *