The days blur together as we battle the wind and bike through km after km of rolling agricultural land. Stops are small towns, off the beaten tourist path.
We see lots and lots of this.
And these.
Nice new decorative use for rocks. One thing underappreciated about France - they can really work with rocks.
Old barn door still using the original rolling mechanism
I eat my last sundried tomato - schlepped all the way from Italy - somewhere along the way.
The towns are light on sights. Although Romans has some nice bridges over the fast-flowing Isere…
This nice building
Some bizarre retail offerings…
A street which Eric checks out…
And a shoe museum, which we, being loafers, skip.
And La Cote is - was - home to the Cherry Rocher distillery. Anyone remember that bottle from their grandparents’ dusty liqueur collection?
We are working really hard to battle the wind and are starving all the time - Eric has a pre-dinner snack of a box of cookies.
We eat a few interesting things - the local (though no town will actually claim it) ravioli with herbs (and salmon sauce in this case)
Roast chicken and potatoes dauphine
Otherwise, it’s pedestrian fare. Giant burger…
Giant salads
Mousse au chocolat
And creme brulee, voila!