Bastide Sainte Agnes
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After getting use to the sound of hoot owls in the night we slept in until 8:00am this morning. We awoke to a low cloud level and cool temperatures but the promise of a sunny day lay ahead. After a pot of coffee (loved that after a month of espressos) and a light breakfast, we took a walk through the village of Noves.
Noves is is a very small village with only a few hundred inhabitants. At one time there were ramparts around the town but only a few remain along with a few ...
... just South of Avignon about 12:45. We were greeted by a Londoner who works for the owners. The owners are in the states for a holiday. Robin, our greeter, showed us our two bedroom cottage on the property. Moulin de la Roque is an old flour mill converted to vacation rental with the capacity to support about fifty guests. The grounds are beautiful and the cottages and rooms charming. ...
Hotel Le Coq Hardi, 9.45pm
This afternoon I went mountain-biking, utilising my new book Randonnées VTT & VTC dans le Vaucluse.
It turned out to be a good buy, because there was good mountain-biking to be had. Steep climbs, big rocks and stones flicking up and clanging against the bike. Once I was off the canal towpath and onto the gnarly tracks, the only people I saw where two lads ...
... shaped tiles.
Like the place in Saint-Jean-de-Maurienne, the hotel is independently owned and run by the patron and I am guessing, his wife. Although he seemed a bit grumpy when I arrived, he turned out to be friendly and helpful, enquiring about why I spoke good French, and demonstrating how to use the night door and where everything was. And when I asked about storing my bike, he seemed to light up, saying: Ahh, le velo! ...
... have given me cabin fever.
Walked back through the Porte St Dominique which is the closest gate to the wharf, turned right and followed the wall until I reached Place Crillon, assuming that anything with "place" in the name would have at least one bar.
In fact there were several, one of which agreed to sell me a Mohito Royal (a Mohito made with champagne) which tasted like a normal Mohito to me. Not that there's anything at all wrong with that.
It was ...