Yesterday, we went on An Adventure.
Well, ok, a daytrip. But it was to somewhere new, and it was lovely. I was extra-sold on the idea of bungee-jumping ponies, which we sadly missed because they weren't around when we arrived in town. (For all those who may be about to ask me if it's not more likely that there were ponies and bungee-jumping in the same town, rather than so closely linked, hush. You are not to ruin my dreams.)
Conflans is a small town about 45 minutes outside the centre of Paris. The train leaves from St Lazare, and costs about €4.50 each way, ish. There are two stations - we went to the more central one, Conflans-St Honorine but there is apparently another that you may wish to explore.
From the station, which wins a prize for establishments with the most stereotypical outside-a-train-station names (see photo), we walked into town and found the mairie.
Prize-winners:
Mairie:
We then followed the mutant feet up the hill. The very steep hill, I should emphasise.
Having wondered if I might die on the way, I was surprised to arrive at the musee de la batellerie (which is something to do with boats). It was closed, being lunchtime, obviously, but there was a giant boat sticking out of the wall to let you know where you were.
The museum used to be a priory, and the grounds of the priory are now a very pretty public park. The building itself is seriously run down and in need of repairs, though it was clearly lovely when it was built.
From there, we went to the church (which was opposite, naturally - don't you love how French towns are laid out the same?)
The church, similarly, was in need of repair. As it was actually covered in scaffolding, one can assume that it's a more desperate case... Despite a promising exterior (underneath the scaffolding) and a long history, the inside was a bit disappointingly bare. The Eglise Saint-Maclou was built in the 11th century, and after the Revolution, it was rededicated to Sainte Honorine, whose relics were moved in, in about 1800. (The website tells me that Saints Samson and Margeurite also have relics in the building. I wonder if it's a timeshare type deal.) The age explains the smallness, I guess - it just struck me as a bit bare. A couple of nice paintings and stained glass windows, but that's about it. Perhaps it will look better once the refurb is complete.
The other major historical monument is the Tour Montjoie. Built by Matthew de Beaumont in the 11th century, this 15m tall stone donjon replaced the original wooden version. It's understandably somewhat weathered now, but it's remarkably well-preserved given its age, apparently. (A restoration project in 1979-1980 probably didn't hurt.)
From there, we walked down through the old town to the port.
Conflans is a town with a long maritime history (can you call it that if it's rivers?) and is currently hosting an outdoor photography exhibition showing boats through the ages. It's also home to possibly France's biggest collection of house-boats. Many of these have clearly not been moved in decades, and probably couldn't now if you wanted them to. Laundry dries in the sunshine, plants grow on boat-top gardens, mountains and mountains of junk grow over time. These are the most settled theoretically-mobile homes I've ever seen.
Jacques is a boat that has been specially refurbed by one of the local neighbourhood organisations (I think) - doesn't he look all smart?
After this, we walked along the Seine towards Herblay. Two things amused me - the number of beautiful flowers, and the variety of mailboxes we found. Most of the permenantly moored boats had their own special green boxes, like in this picture:
Except this guy, who has the only US mailbox I've ever seen:
For comparison, normal French mailboxes in towns look like:
Flowers:
We stopped for lunch along the way, at a really friendly little place called Les Gourmandises, which does a fabulous 3 course menu for €20. The most important part of this was, of course, dessert:
After lunch, we continued our way along the riverside to Herblay. The bus service round these parts is a little erratic:
I did think, when we finally arrived at the edge of Herblay, that the council might want to work on their welcome message:
The flowers were better though, and in actual pots and everything:
We carried on walking alongside the river, large parts of which were closed to traffic, so it was lovely and quiet.
We saw the river:
Fishermen:
Ducks:
A home for tiny waterside gnomes:
And then we were in the middle of town. Sort of. One of the interesting things about Herblay (which I wasn't allowed to go on, because it was late by this point, but I'm promised we can go back) is that it still runs a ferry across the river to an island where plants for Paris' public gardens are... incubated? Whatever the plant-version is. And, at weekends, people can use the ferry, for free, as part of some local rights of passage that have existed since medieval times. I want to exercise my medieval rights!
The book told us of a shortcut to the church in Herblay, from which one can apparently get a brilliant view of the river sweeping majestically below you. Note that, if you are doing this too, Impasse du Val is so called for a reason, and that walking *past* an Impasse is not the same as walking *up* it.
Having retraced our steps, we found the actual place we should have turned off a little further up the hill. The book neglected to mention how steep the winding steps were to get up to the church, so I shall kindly do that for you. They are, quite. (Not as bad as the first hill in Conflans, though, I think.)
When we arrived, panting and sweaty (ok, just me, whatever) at the top of the hill, I was a little surprised to find ourselves in the middle of a wedding party. Trying to avoid their wedding pictures, we snuck around the edge of the churchyard, saw a pretty graveyard, but I couldn't see any views I'd describe as majestic. Perhaps I'm spoilt. The following was the best of the bunch:
We made our way back down the hill to the train station, where they had a big blue sign telling us where we were, and some teeny bright orange plants:
From Herblay, we got the train back to Saint Lazare, and home. My legs were sore this morning, but I am looking forward to going back again over the summer.
Nicole! I just love this keep it coming :)) it's fantastic !
ReplyDeleteHey Nicole! Just love to read your stuff. Don't know if you heard . . .but Rita is heading to Paris in a couple of weeks.
ReplyDeleteHi, Nicole - we've just returned from 2 weeks near Venice, and so great to hear you again. Great blog update re: day-trip, and I admire the style and photos - wish I could be such a good travel guide too! All our love xxx
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