I was thinking in terms of going down to Tertre Rouge and so
began the long walk around behind the paddock, and back up through the Village
towards the Dunlop curve. It was as I walked up to the Dunlop bridge that I
remembered the new ACO members area just down from there on the inside of the
track. I still had plenty of time before I had to meet the others back in the
garage rouge, so I went in and signed on and headed on outside again to carry on
watching the race. The ACO had taken over quite an expanse of spectator area and
it was all very civilised with a bar, seating and so on.
The view on the inside of the run underneath the Dunlop bridge
was excellent and I managed to get some good photos here despite the ever
present debris fencing. In fact, after a while I realised the camera wasn't
playing up any more either, so things were definitely looking up!
I carried on snapping away here until about 6.20. I would really have liked to
stay here longer (or to have moved down to Tertre Rouge) but I was due to meet
the other Tourists back at the cars in the garage rouge at 6.45 and it was still
a good 10-15 minutes walk away, so I stashed my camera again and headed off.
Typically, as the one least concerned about leaving the circuit, I usually find
that I'm the first to arrive at any rendezvous for the purpose and this time was
no different. The others eventually arrived and we piled into the cars for the
journey back to Le Grand Lucé for dinner and, sadly for me, for what was likely
to be a 4-5 hour spell away from the race. Still, traditions are traditions!
We had to make quite a detour to get out of the garage rouge this time and we
finally arrived back at the hotel an hour or so later. Over the last few years
I've been delighted that the food at Le Cheval Blanc, whilst not necessarily of
the highest standard, has improved significantly and I assumed that just because
the place was under new ownership, there would be no difference - after all, it
was the same chef in charge - but I was seriously wrong. The meal was sadly very
poor - microwaved seafood in a bag to start with followed by more microwaved
fish, supposedly St. Pierre (John Dory). As Ben Elton might have said, a plate
of tasteless 'hot' followed by another plate of tasteless 'hot' - and bearing in
mind that the John Dory came from the a la carte menu, I was shocked at how poor
it was. The only saving grace was that I managed to snag a crême brulée for
dessert, but even then there weren't enough of these to cater for the 4 of us
who wanted it. And we were virtually the only customers in the restaurant on a
Saturday evening, when the chef knew we were due there for dinner well in
advance. I can honestly say I wished I'd stayed at the circuit and had a merguez
and frites. In all my years eating in France, that was probably the worst meal
I've ever had. Come back Madame, all is forgiven.....
To miss so much of the race in order for such an unappetising meal was galling
and when Ian mentioned heading back to the circuit, I couldn't wait - I was
raring to go. It was getting on for 11.30 I suppose by the time I'd collected
all my gear for the night and we left, Ian, myself, plus Jeremy and new recruit
Phil, keen to see some night racing. So at midnight, over five hours after we
left the circuit the previous evening, we finally arrived back again. On this
occasion my thoughts went back to my early years at Le Mans in the late 80s,
when we ate at the Restaurant des 24 Heures on the Mulsanne, never leaving the
circuit at all during the 24 hours. Things change of course, as do people, but
my desire to see as much of the race as possible still remains - possibly
stronger now than ever before. Unfortunately, agendas vary, and not everyone
shares the same Le Mans raison d'etre, which does occasionally lead to some
tensions - but more of that later.
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