Domrémy 2006 + Vaucouleurs 2006

Journey diary 2006 - Domrémy & Vaucouleurs - Jenny-Jinya


ATTENTION; In this first report some parts of domrémy have been omitted. But you can find stuff about them in the other/ following reports !!!



About time too! Long-awaited and longed-for, the journey diary of Jenny-Jinya goes on to the next round! We planned Vaucouleurs, Domrémy, Orléans and Rouen!



Day 1

I can't feel my legs anymore! The day before our ride, I was running for 10 hours non-stop!

Buying food for the drive, bringing my bag's (6) to my dad, etc and that was all on foot! The WHOLE day!!

My dad calls it "Quirky" but I call it "Adventure-time" :D

The night of Friday the 5th of May, at 1 am, we started our ride. I was still sleeping and my father managed to get us to Vaucouleurs and Domrémy in 7 hours (I write Vaucouleurs and Domrémy together because they are close to each other, maybe 3 minutes by car!).

Since it was on our way, we made an excursion to Vaucouleurs.

There are some pretty wonderful things!!




I didn't find any good souvenir shops in Vaucouleurs.

When we were in Domrémy, the first thing I did was to throw myself at the souvenir shop crying (like a vulture, ha-ha) and spent 200¬ there!!!

It's pretty intense, one must take into consideration the fact that last year I spent 200¬ in Orleans and Reims, and in Domrémy I spent the same sum in ONE shop of maybe 20 square metres! Wow...

The shop assistant was smiling to see how I came back after all 10 seconds with my arms full of Joan-things. All the time she was saying "Oh! WHAT a fanatic!!!". Well...

House of Saint Joan of Arc


I felt good there, and I imagined how the little Jhanette Romée Darc worked in that house.

The little church, next to her house, so wonderful modest and inviting, touched my soul!

For that one moment I sat down. It was good to imagine, to feel, how Joan prayed here for much of her life.

The church is like Joan, modest and simple.

I didn't dare to take any photos there. I couldn't. Such a peaceful place, I didn't want to disrupt it by the ignorance of a tourist!



How was Joan able to give up this idyllic life?!

I stayed there for a few hours, and my heart hurt when I left that place. But how did Joan feel, after living her whole life in that idyllic place - leaving forever...?!