Day 10 Final Leg. Apt-Tarascon 78 km

Another sunny day greeted us as we rolled our trusty steeds from the inner courtyard of the hotel.

Immediately we were back on the very enjoyable cycle route on the disused railway line, following the Calavon river valley. We passed above the city of Apt with total disregard to the road chaos going on beneath us: Joy😁

It was a pleasure to see how the enormous efforts of previous generations to build these shallow gradient tracks were still being enjoyed by hundreds of other pedal powered vehicles, many years later.

Pont Julien. A diversion from the railway but now part of the EuroVelo route 8 to get cyclists over the Calavon. It was built by the Romans in 3 BC!! 2028 years ago!!

We knew we had a long journey in front of us, but having an exclusive cycle path, that was gentling descending, quickly ate up the kms

We stopped for a coffee under an olive tree, by an old mill.

Why build a roof when a rock can do the job👍🏼

An old railway station; it would have made a great tea room/ bar for cyclists🤔

I spotted these trees and had to stop to see what the fruit was.

The pickers were harvesting them and gave me the biggest Quince I’ve ever seen!

We’ll try it tomorrow for one of our meals !

We were unsure what these flowers were?? Upon further investigation they were all white snails…..poor plants!

More railway paths; and to warn you of a road crossing, they had built concrete locomotives. Clever.

A big field of tomatoes. Hopefully to be machine harvested!!

After 60 kms, Sue was getting hangry, so she needed food quickly! We entered the delightful town of St Rémy de Provence, and although it was 14:30 we found a great little Thai restaurant which was serving food…… just!

This then kept her going the next 16 km until we reached, Taracon, on the Provence side of the Rhone river where we found our booked apartment for the night.

Tarascon is very multi cultural town, and our host was a charming Moldovian lass, who proudly introduced us to our very well equipped abode for the night.

As we were on the edge of the Rhone, I ventured out pedalling through many Burka clad people, to take a look at the castle that was originally built to keep the people of the state of Provence away from the French on the other side.