We are having a bit of a bridges project for the boys through the trip. So far we have seen the underside of the forth bridges, the Oresund bridge, the bridges linking all the Danish Islands, some very old bridges in Venice and finally Norman Fosters delightful piece of sculpture that spans the Gorge du Tarn just south of Millau. Wow.
As for Millau, quite an interesting place. Previously glovemaking capital of France and before that home to lots of Roman potters. The museum was brilliant. It had everything from fossils to human skulls encrusted with minerals that had dripped onto them in the caves where they were interred. The gallo-roman pottery was abundant as were the stone age tools. Upstairs there was a film on the process of tanning leather and hundreds of pairs of 'gants' of every style, but far too small for modern hands!
Found myself an upholstery shop...much drooling...tried to speak to the man inside in halting french. When I say halting I think the reference applies more accurately to the way in which it stopped him in his tracks rather than the mode of speaking!!!!
As per the title, rather a lot of dog poo on the streets which makes walking around looking up a dangerous occupation!
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