Troyes, a living monument of 13C onwards buildings. Not preserved in cotton wool; adapting renovating and breathing. A great mooch around, hugging the shade offered by the narrow streets.
Churches and Cathedrals abound competing to outdo each other in scale and opulence. So lots of stained glass and one lacy rood. Cool though, so we loiter. Most seem from the 12C onwards and paid for by the trades of the day, mainly textiles. The mystery is where did the congregation come from to fill them all? The population was smaller then and I can’t imaging the surrounding country was very busy. Maybe they toured around to find the best confession.
Early bed, early rise to get out whilst it’s cool.