d’Angoulême, a Romanesque-style church built around the
11th century, as well as Les Halles, an old indoor market-
place full of fresh produce, cheeses, meats and flowers.
The Big Race
Finally, race day was upon us. It was overcast and rain
seemed not far off as we made our way to the track and
found our seats. The stand was full of Brits who held
season tickets and seemed to make this an annual event.
David and I were seated at one of the sharpest hairpin
turns on the course. While David was excited, I was a
reluctant spectator as the rain started fall. But to my
surprise, after the action started, I was as enthralled as
everyone around me.
There are various race classes and each running is not
very long, so it makes for a fast-paced and exciting day.
Watching these old cars from the turn of the century with
But as the race drivers were packing up their gear and cars,
no power steering and huge levers to change gears, you can
practically see the sweat of the drivers as they try to make
the narrow turns. I oohed and aahed, cheered and cringed
along with the crowd. As the afternoon winds on, so does
the era of cars racing. Once you reach the late ’60s you have
the thrill of Renaults and Porsches competing against each
other and overtaking one another in the turns. The small
cars, which included Minis, emitted sounds like giant mos-
quitoes as they buzzed around the course.
We never found out who won each race, but it didn’t really
matter; just being a part of the experience left us entranced
and almost not wanting to leave for the next part of our trip.
we found ourselves ready for the next adventure.