Our bikes were ready and charged in the dungeon of the Grand Hotel, ready for another day of pedalling.
We left the town and for 2.5 km we didn’t need pedals or battery as we had a superb descent into the valley below. Unfortunately, after the recent rain, the nuptial flight of the valley’s flying ant population was occurring.
If you zoom in you’ll see them, although most had already taken flight again once they’d recovered by being knocked off course by a big red cushion travelling at speed.
The ants were around for much of the morning, mostly in the valleys, which were more humid.
Provence is sparsely populated and it was 25 km before we found another village.
We had a good al fresco meal at a Turkish restaurant, surrounded by other Brits. I guess Peter Mayle’s book « A year in Provence » convinced many to move here.
Eating out in the evening seems to have become really expensive in France.
Many restaurants no longer offer a pichet of local wine for a few euros. Instead they want you to pay between €25-30 for a bottle. If you buy by the glass, it costs as much as a bottle in the shops.
We’ve taken to booking apartments, when available. They often cost no more than a hotel room! We then have much more space to spread out our 6 bike bags and have the facilities to heat up some simple food ourselves, and enjoy a bottle of cold rosé costing between €5-10😁👍🏼👍🏼
Now back onto the bikes heading south west towards the Med.
Euro Vélo Route 6 