It’s the winter sales in France, which start in mid-January. I’m not a keen shopper at the best of times, nor am I a fashionista, so I prefer to wait for the second week of the sales and hope that prices have dropped have dropped a little further and my size hasn’t disappeared. Jean Michel and I always make a day of it, with a lunch break in the middle.
This is the first year we haven’t been in Paris for the sales. I need several things because my Parisian wardrobe doesn’t correspond to my new life in the country. We usually start with the outlet stores in the north of Paris because that’s where I buy Sym trousers. This year, we’re heading for the neighbouring city of Tours which has a population of about 135,000, as opposed to 50,000 in Blois.
When we start out, it’s quite sunny, but as we drive along the Loire, rain clouds appear and by the time we have parked, we need our umbrellas. Our first destination is the Sym store in rue des Halles. It’s quite small with very little choice. The sales woman tries to insist that the stretch jeans are fine despite my age and it doesn’t matter if the waist gapes – it’s easy to fix. I’m not convinced. In the end, I buy two pairs of jeans that are not on sale. She looks askance when I hand over my outlet store fidelity card by mistake. I’m amused.
We continue on our way with little success. I google Aigle and we discover there is a store just next to the car park. We are so used to shopping in outlet stores that we are somewhat surprised by the prices. I find a smart-looking polar/wool cardigan that will be perfect for keeping me warm when I’m translating (there is a big difference between 23°C in our Parisian flat and 19.5°C in our 400 year old house when you’re sitting for long hours at a computer).
Jean Michel also finds a shirt there, by which time we’re ready for a lunch break. The rain is still pouring down so we make our way towards rue Colbert which we noticed on a previous occasion as having lots of restaurants. Quite a few are closed, however, for January, the slowest month for tourism, and we are beginning to despair when we reach the end of the street and I see a place serving mussels called La Pêche aux Moules
On the whole, I like to order food in restaurants that I don’t make myself, so moules marinières and French fries seem perfect. The gaily striped tablecloths are inviting and we decide on snails for starters. I can’t remember the last time I ordered them. They are disappointing however and no doubt deep-frozen. The mussels and chips are good though and having fasted the day before, we can indulge ourselves without guilt.
After coffee, we head for a men’s store recommended to us last time as Jean Michel needs two pairs of fine corduroy trousers. On the way we walk into an arcade and to my amazement I see a Mary Kimberly store. This is where I have been buying all my blouses, both summer and winter, for the last 15 years. I had looked on the web but only found one in Orleans.
I’m delighted because I also find a zip-up cardigan for half the price of the one at Aigle and a boiled wool jacket to go with jeans. I only discovered boiled wool last year and I’m hooked. It’s soft and stretchy but keeps its shape and is washable.
We traipse round Galeries Lafayette for Jean Michel’s cords, to no avail. I dislike department stores immensely. They never have what I want and they’re always overheated. They don’t even have any decent socks …
We go past the town hall, which has a sign up saying “I prefer to die standing up rather than live on my knees” in honour of Stéphane Charbonnier, alias Charb, French satirical cartoonist and journalist who was one of the victims of the terrorist shootings that took place in the office of the newspaper Charlie Hebdo on 7th January 2015. We notice a lot of Je suis Charlie signs in shop windows as well.
Jean Michel eventually finds one pair of cords, but not in the recommended store. By then, it’s time for a cup of tea. As we’re leaving we pass a kitchen store and Jean Michel picks up a very large Le Creuset cast iron pot surprisingly on sale. He’s been looking for one for some time, he tells me.
We’re still missing one pair of cords, socks for me and an anorak for Jean Michel. I google outlet stores in Tours and find an address in Chambray-les-Tours, on the outskirts of the city. We then go on a wild-goose chase through the pouring rain. I don’t know where they have disappeared, but the outlet stores are nowhere to be found. We see a Décathlon and I pick up some rubber tips for my Nordic walking sticks.
By the time we get home, which is an hour’s drive, we’ve had enough shopping! I put some of Jean Michel’s deep-frozen veal stew in the micro-wave, spread some goose rillettes on Tuc biscuits, slice some wild boar sausage and we are soon in front of the fire with a glass of our favourite gewürtztraminer from Alsace. Who wants socks anyway?
19 thoughts on “Shopping in the Sales in Tours”
There is an Aigle outlet store that everyone goes to (except me — I’ve never been there and I can’t remember where it is — I’ll let you know when I remember). I’m a big fan of boiled wool too. And I loathe real department stores like Galeries Lafayette because you have to traipse around all over the place looking at coats or whatever in 15 different displays.
When you remember where the Aigle outlet store is, let me know! Yes, all those different displays in Galeries Lafayette are excessively annoying. It’s not a department store but a brand boutique store …
What for a good overview of the city of Tours and its specialties ! However, I’m sorry for you about the bad moules frites, I wish you will eat better ones next time… maybe in Paris ?
Thank you. It was the snails that were disappointing, not the moules frites. They were fine!
I miss France, Rosemary, and love reading your posts because they bring back sweet memories. It must be hard for those living in Paris after that terrorist attack. You most likely have some peace of mind living in Blois now, but still… there is no safe place anywhere anymore. So no outlet stores in Tours? Disappointing.
Thank you Anda. I hope we’ll see you again some time – preferably with better weather and warmer days. We do feel safer in Blois, but in fact, terrorists can attack any time, anywhere. Susan says there is an Aigle outlet store but she can’t remember where!
You appear to enjoy shopping as much as I do. A rainy day would not help I had a little laugh when I read your last paragraph and decided to translate into ‘Aus speak.’
“By the time we get home, which is an hour’s drive, we’ve had enough shopping! I put some of Frank’s deep-frozen lamb stew in the micro-wave, spread some vegemite on some jatz biscuits, slice some Windsor sausage and we are soon under the fan still dripping with sweat, but enjoying a coldie.”
I prefer your scenario, but a storm last night has brought relief this morning.
Oh, Helen, you’ve made my day! I just love your Aus speak. I’m still laughing out loud!
So now you understand why I love your blog!
La Cigale looks quite welcoming.
I’m struck by the narrowness of the tram.
La Cigale is beautiful (but it’s in Nantes, not Tours).
Thank you for posting such a lovely day of shopping in spite of the weather. I enjoyed very much!
Thank you, Debbie, I’m glad you enjoyed it!
I love reading about Tours. I did a university semester there at “Stanford in Tours.” They had a mini-campus there, unfortunately now defunct.
Our second daughter was born in Chambray, where my husband worked for 3 years. We lived in Montbazon, and I worked in the Tours city center. I would have been happy to stay, but my husband preferred going back to the South…
The tramway is a very interesting addition.
From one who has known the “rue Nationale” since 1980….
Goodness, Betty, you do have a strong Tours connection! Your life in “france profonde” must be very different now.
It is indeed different, but I’ve been in Aveyron almost 20 years, and in Touraine only 3 (plus the college semester) so it’s hard to imagine what life would have been like up there. I did really like Montbazon — a very “complete” village with plenty of amenities. I didn’t really care for the damp weather though, or the highly variable traffic (it took me anywhere from 15 to 45 minutes to get back and forth to work, so in other words I always had to figure on 45…)
Let me tell you I love your blog! Pictures are just awesome… and the food you share… mmh!