My Love Affair with the Loire Valley

The first time that I visited Saint-Martin-le-Beau, a commune resting near the banks of the River Cher in central France, it was a cold evening in January and the rain slopped across my windshield as I navigated my rental car over the train tracks that run parallel to town.

Because it was nighttime, I didn’t yet realize just how small the town of Saint-Martin is, and I certainly didn’t yet understand just how large a space this place would soon hold in my heart.

The train station at Saint-Martin-le-Beau
The quiet train station of Saint-Martin. You drive over the tracks to get to the town.

My Airbnb host, Sarah, was waiting for me on the steps of the little chalet that I had rented on her property and a crackling fire lit the raindrops that dripped from the wooden window shutters behind her.

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Once inside the warmth of the chalet, Sarah asked a question that would – in the end – bond the two of us for years to come. “What in the world are you doing here in tiny Saint-Martin-le-Beau, Jen?” she asked.

I revealed that I was doing book research and I shared the name of the woman who inspired my visit. Raymonde Sergent, I explained, had owned the hotel in town during the war and, when the River Cher became the demarcation line between Occupied France and Vichy France, she helped countless people escape the Nazis.

The River Cher- a demarcation line.
The River Cher was the demarcation line during WWII. It divided this community into two.

It’s right about then when I learned just how small Saint-Martin-le-Beau really is.

The Definition of Small-Town Charm in Saint-Martin-le-Beau

By the next morning, Sarah had found the Sergent family as well as a couple in town who knew the history of the place. Saint-Martin-le-Beau has a population of fewer than 3,000 people at last count, and Sarah seemed to have talked to every last one of those people.

Seated in the cozy home of Sarah’s friends, I learned that I was sitting in what was once a horse stable near Raymonde’s hotel. I was a stone’s throw, in fact, from where Raymonde had grown up – on a street now aptly named Rue Raymonde Sergent.

Saint-Martin-le-Beau city hall
Raymonde’s childhood home on the right. City Hall straight ahead.

The town wasn’t always so quiet, explained these friendly townspeople who served tea and homemade foie gras (yes, that’s apparently a thing!)

Saint-Martin-le-Beau streets
The sleepy streets of Saint-Martin-le-Beau

Raymonde and her husband Paul created a weekend destination when they bought the hotel, which sits less than 90 meters from Raymonde’s childhood home, and built a dancehall in front of the City Hall that once played music late into the night for revelers on holiday from Paris. Raymonde and Paul were the heartbeats of the town before the war.

Historic hotel in Saint-Martin-le-Beau
This was Raymonde’s Hotel. It now called Auberge de la Treille.

Paul spent the war in a Prisoner of War Camp and Raymonde, as we know, worked with the local resistance. She worked with a priest on the left bank of the river – the unoccupied side of the Cher – to sneak people across the bridge and over the water to safety.

The River Cher in Saint-Martin-le-Beau
The River Cher

One of the bridges that she may have used, I learned, is actually a château that spans the river. People would have walked in the château entrance on occupied soil, crept through a space that once served as an event space for the royal court, and walked out the back entrance and into “Free France”.

Chateau Chenonceau near Saint-Martin-le-Beau in the Loire Valley
Chateau Chenonceau serves as a bridge over the Cher River

Later that evening, Sarah invited Raymonde’s grandson and great-grandson to her home and we shared an unforgettable evening of storytelling over wine and absinthe.

I knew then that I was hooked on the story of Raymonde and her beloved town. It’s one of those stories that just screams to be told.

Saint-Martin-le-Beau is My Village

But I wouldn’t return to Saint-Martin-le-Beau or my book idea until tragedy struck in my personal life. Shook to my core, I returned to the long-lost dream of writing a book, a dream that I had let grow dusty on the shelves of “someday,” and I emailed Sarah back in Saint-Martin.

She told me to come back. She said that I could stay in her home and housesit while she and her family took a week to camp by the coast. She said that I could rent the chalet once they returned and that she would teach me how to ride a bike, which she did over beautiful sunset rides through the vineyard behind her home.

A bike ride through the Loire Valley Vineyards
Sarah riding her bike through the vineyards behind her home

The month that I spent in Saint-Martin-le-Beau last year was pivotal for my healing process. They say it takes a village and, if that’s the case, my village is Saint-Martin-le-Beau.

Learning to ride a bike in the Loire Valley of France
Learning to ride a bike

I did, however, watch France win the World Cup with the family who owns the vineyards where I learned to ride a bike with Sarah.

Watching France win the World Cup with villagers in Saint-Martin-le-Beau
Watching the World Cup at the local hotel

There, at Le Pigeonnier, a hotel, fifth-generation wine-making operation, and restaurant, I met my chalet neighbors Sophie and Bruno who helped to translate for me.

Le Pigeonnier in Saint-Martin-le-Beau
Le Pigeonnier

When I wasn’t cooking for myself, I ate many meals in the limestone caves of Le Pigeonnier, trying every type of the wines that the Guestault family makes from its 16 hectares of land stretching along the River Cher from Saint-Martin-le-Beau to Dierre.

Dinner in Le Pigeonnier in Saint-Martin-le-Beau
Dinner in the limestone caves of Le Pigeonnier
Harvest time in the vineyards of the Guestault family, fifth-generation winemakers

I also ate at Raymonde’s hotel, now called Auberge de la Treille, and still operating as an inn and charming restaurant. Over cold rose and melon mixed with pancetta, I got to know the new owner Christophe.

Raymonde’s hotel is still operating and is still the center for entertainment in town

Today, Saint-Martin-le-Beau does not bustle on the weekends, even during the high season. But Christophe and his partner Jean-Marie are walking in some historic footsteps as they seek to reinvigorate the town with cultural meetings and book readings in their dining space.

The downtown of Saint-Martin-le-Beau
Saint-Martin-le-Beau city center. The hotel is pictured with the green awnings

They also reinvigorated me. When I left Saint-Martin last year, I knew I would be back and that I would be ready to write.

Returning to Saint-Martin-le-Beau with a Pen

It was exactly one year later that I returned to my little town in the Loire Valley. This time I brought my mom and – since I was in a much better place in terms of healing and heartbreak – I was a bit more active with my outreach to my favorite townspeople.

I rode Sophie’s bike from Saint-Martin-le-Beau to Bléré to celebrate the “River Cher Day” festival.

A bike ride through the Loire Valley
A bike ride from Saint-Martin-le-Beau to Bléré in the Loire Valley with my mom

I hosted a dinner party and had literal tears in my eyes as Sarah’s family joined that of Raymonde Sergent’s family and my family over many bottles of local wine.

Hosting a dinner party in Saint-Martin-le-Beau
Dinner in the Loire Valley with Fabien and Catherine Jaffredo

Christophe down at the inn in town still remembered me and I told him that the next time I returned, I would stay at his hotel. My mom and I even joined Sarah and her daughter for a wine tasting event at Château de Chenonceau where the resistance network in the Loire Valley snuck people through the ballroom to safety.

Wine tasting at Chateau Chenonceau
Wine tasting at Chateau Chenonceau with Sarah, pictured here with her daughter

I wandered through the village cemetery, visiting the grave of Raymonde’s daughter and visiting a memorial to Raymonde herself.

While Raymonde helped to smuggle countless Jews and escapees from nearby Prisoner of War and internment camps to freedom over the river, she, Raymonde, was never again free.

Arrested and deported alongside a local priest who she worked with to sneak people over the water, Raymonde died in Auschwitz. She left behind her young daughter Gisele and her husband Paul, who did return to Saint-Martin-le-Beau from a Prisoner of War Camp after the war.

A Story that Screams to be Told in the Loire Valley

Raymonde’s grandson, Fabien, tells me that Gisele never fully recovered from the loss of her mother. She would get sick each January around the time that Raymonde was arrested and deported.

It is good then that the town has done so much to remember Raymonde. But I hope that I can take that a step further with my book that – while a work of historical fiction – will attempt to memorialize the sacrifice of the townspeople of Saint-Martin-le-Beau.

My interest in the Loire Valley was sparked by the heroic actions of Raymonde Sergent who was born and raised in Saint-Martin, but my passion for the town is kindled by the kindness of its people today.

Chateau de Chenonceau
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    3 Comments on “My Love Affair with the Loire Valley”

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    2. I can’t wait for the story! Thank you for sharing your journey. I look forward to going to the book signing in Saint Martin. Enjoy.

      • Well, that seems like a perfect reason to go to Saint Martin! And I guess we know just where that book signing would be. At Raymonde’s old hotel in town! Thanks for reading, Jan.

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