... I guided them along a narrow alley to the banks of the river to enjoy the peace and quiet of the water’s edge and the view of the two rivers merging. A French writer called it the spot where ‘a King (the Loire) receives a Queen (the Vienne) in his bed’. Vera was much impressed and moved by this and we sat for a long time on the one and only bench overlooking the confluent. Soon we were joined by other tourists taking in the view. The stream seemed to have the same effect on them, because, although people were talking freely, pointing out elements of interest to each other, nobody raised his or her voice. In fact, I had the impression that they were almost whispering.
On two or three occasions they looked at us, secretly hoping that we would leave soon, so that could take over the bench! We were in no hurry though and lingered a little longer. This was the first time that I noticed a difference in colour between the Loire and the Vienne. Maybe it was the speed at which the water was travelling, but you could clearly see where the two currents touched and mingled.
But, but however peaceful the river looks, one shouldn’t underestimate its power. Carved into the white limestone walls of the houses along the river bank, you’ll find several carvings, indicating the level of the water when, due to a swell of the river, the water invaded the charming village. We saw some carvings from the 19th century and this one, dating from March 3rd, 1923. The line you see under the date was at a height of 80 cm or even more.
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