We arrived in Loches on July 7, after spending a few days in Iceland. It is decidedly sleepy at night, quiet narrow streets winding around ancient ramparts in the centre of town. Our street is pedestrian-only, lined with cafés, shops, and (a surprising number of) salons.
In stark contrast to the quiet evenings, Loches comes alive during the days, tourists and locals alike wandering the streets and taking in the medieval sights around town. In particular, the twice-weekly local market (sprawling out literally right around the corner from our house) is a busy, bustling hub. Amazing local food offerings, treats, clothing, flowers, soaps, and loads of other things to buy, it is a feast for the eyes, ears, and mouth. We have picked up a tonne of fruits, veggies, bread and eggs (all great deals), cheese and salami (delicious, but not such great deals, lesson learned!!).
We have a large park right by our house, with amazing views of the chateau and the church in the cité royal.
The streets are as you would expect in a small french town. Cobblestones, narrow roads, and rows upon rows of houses and apartments, many with gorgeous juliet balconies, painted shutters, window flower boxes, and climbing vines. Gorgeous!