Not far from Le Grand-Pressigny is the village of Ligueil. It’s one of those places that are so easy to just pass through, without taking a proper look.
In actual fact, Ligueil is not that easy to get through at all, especially on market day, when it can be very slow going. The road through is narrow, and having to stop every few moments behind parked cars to let lorries pass, or trying to avoid pedestrians as they step off the pavement to pass each other can be frustrating. Not to mention waiting for them to exchange greetings and bisous whilst actually standing in the road!
We have often contemplated the difference between Ligueil and Le Grand-Pressigny in this respect and realised that our one-way rule along the busiest street makes driving through it a delight rather than a nuisance.
One day we decided to stop and look around. Ligueil has a fine church, shops, restaurants and all the usual commerces. We found a good pizza restaurant in the square by the church called the Mandolin and have eaten there several times since we discovered it. I can very much recommend the lasagne and the tiramisu. Nick enjoys the pizzas.
It’s so lovely to see the blue sky and flowers in these photos. I have enjoyed looking back on our summer holidays. Considering that February is the shortest month in the year, it sometimes seems to last the longest.
I wasn’t sure if this sign meant I should or shouldn’t park here. I did and nobody seemed to mind.
Nick was pleased to find a new source of fishing tackle.
Around the back of the church is this long-closed shop.
And also these very public “facilities”.