In which E indulges his love of ponts and I nearly spontaneously combust.
The day starts inauspiciously with a short push section. Yes, we’re still having to push occasionally, but it flattens out soon after.
I have seen this sign following into several towns, but am still curious what a manifestation taurine might entail
Another one of those beehive houses - this one about 20 feet high with funny ladder stairs on the outside.
First stop, the Pont du Gard, a really really big Roman bridge. This was part of an aqueduct system that carried water over 30 miles to Nines.
The Pont from a punto panoramico
View below to the river where other, smarter people are picnicking and swimming.
We head back on the road and the afternoon is a blur of sun, blast furnace winds and general pain.
We find our lodgings, which has this unusual approach because…
It’s a b&b on a barge! (We’re the red one)
Moored at the island in the middle of the Rhone
With a great view across the Rhone. Photobomb. Must eat cuke tomorrow!
That’s better. View over to the Pope’s Palace and Avignon, for tomorrow…