A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
There was a tree lined boule area just next to the Abbey with this view of two arched bridges over the river Gartempe.
I turned to ride back and bumped into a group of lads who were interested in my bike. It turned out that one of them had designed and built his own mountain bike who was more than interested in how my Challenge Mistral was made.
The municipal campsite was on the site of an old mill just outside of town. It was a small and very pretty site with few other people there. There was one guy I got talking to, a cyclist with his bike on the back of their camper van. He was keen that I should go to the Semaine Federale. He was an interesting guy and a good advert for cycling being good for you; he looked to be in his 50s but was actually 75.