Headed off to Amiens about lunchtime just as the sun was threatening to come out.
I'd once again asked Natasha to take me on the "short route" so that I might get a few surprises along the way. Nothing too outstanding - just more interesting French villages.
When I reached the city centre many of the roads were blocked off and Natasha was having a pink fit as she was trying to get me to the Cathedral but I kept ignoring her instructions and going passed the blocked off roads. Eventually I came to a parking area, paid 2E into the machine before I realised that Sunday was free, and set off to walk back into town along the riverside.
The walk was divine and I definitely needed to work off two weeks of baguettes and camembert. My knee wasn't too thrilled with the cobblestones but I ignored any protests and enjoyed the sunshine.
As I got closer into the centre, I stumbled across an antiques market - in every street. It just went on for mile after mile - every street I turned down had a new batch of stalls and most of it was genuine furniture, or rusty bits from the barn, or original paintings and photographs. I was in heaven.
I wandered around for hours but resisted buying anything, knowing that I was already well over my luggage allowance and quite positive that I couldn't fit an armoire in my carry-on.
I got wonderfully lost but as the Cathedral dominates the high ground, all I needed to do was look up and follow the steeple to get my bearings.
I stopped at a coffee shop/ bakery with all their wares on display. I am getting very good at the point and smile method of selecting food. I recognised the word "salat" and as there was lettuce poking out of the bun, there was a good chance that what I had chosen was a salad roll. In fact it turned out to be a tuna, egg and salad roll. Bonus!!