La Grenadiere is a little house on the right bank of the Loire as you go down stream, about a mile below the bridge of Tours. At this point the river, broad as a lake, and covered with scattered green islands, flows between two lines of cliff, where country houses built uniformly of white stone stand among their gardens and vineyards. The finest fruit in the world ripens there with a southern exposure. The patient toil of many generations has cut terraces in the cliff, so that the face of the rock reflects the rays of the sun, and the produce of hot climates may be grown out of doors in an artificially high temperature. A church spire, rising out of one of the shallower dips in the line of cliffs, marks the little village of Saint−Cyr, to which the scattered houses all belong. And yet a little Further the Choisille flows into the Loire, through a fertile valley cut in the long low downs.
La Grenadiere is a little house on the right bank of the Loire as you go down stream, about a mile below the bridge of Tours. At this point the river, broad as a lake, and covered with scattered green islands, flows between two lines of cliff, where country houses built uniformly of white stone stand among their gardens and vineyards. The finest fruit in the world ripens there with a southern exposure. The patient toil of many generations has cut terraces in the cliff, so that the face of the rock reflects the rays of the sun, and the produce of hot climates may be grown out of doors in an artificially high temperature. A church spire, rising out of one of the shallower dips in the line of cliffs, marks the little village of Saint−Cyr, to which the scattered houses all belong. And yet a little Further the Choisille flows into the Loire, through a fertile valley cut in the long low downs.