I think this was an old prison, perfectly preserved. It was to here that I later return to eat my picnic lunch. I saw two Frengh men sharing a bottle of tipple in another park bench. So I was in good company.
After lining up to buy a hunk of roast pork, I join the queue for the bread. I bought a chewy piece of farmers' bread from this sweet looking French girl.
A hunk of roast pork, some bread, water..... and
a red bartlett pear.... lunch is ready in an old prison in Rouen.
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