Hotel Restaurant Jean Paul Jeunet
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They are very quick and efficient. A truck arrives in 30 minutes and we load the bike and are off the highway and back at the breakdown depot an hour later.
It's after six now so no chance of a fix tonight. Axa book me a hotel and send a taxi. It's quite comical because the hotel, unknown to me, is only 300 metres down the road. Could have walked.
... countryside again today. I found a couple of work horses while Eldon was wandering around and they each got half an apple from me. They are such pretty animals and worked so hard. They sure enjoyed their treat.
We drove through several lovely villages today. We didn't really stop to view much. It was 1:30 and we needed to get picnic stuffs. I get really nasty when I'm hungry, and ...
... Eldon thought the zucchini had maple syrup in it. He loved it but isn't one to be crazy of maple syrup. The duck was delicious, some of the best we have ever had; it was cooked really nice.
We then had a bowl of sweet red fruits and a little cream for dessert. Our friend ordered us an after dinner drink that was really good but loaded with alcohol. We got to be around 9:30. I slept like a baby.
We were on the road at around 08:30 again this morning and made our way back to cycleway 22. This route took us through to Yverdon along lovely tiny quiet lanes and even some metalled farm tracks, through wooded and agricultural countyside. From Yverdon our route climbed over a pass in limestone country and soon we were crossing into France. There was a decent to Pontarlier and then it was onto quiet French ...
... river which allowed us to see the tunnel from both sides.
Shortly after that, we left the départment of the Doubs and entered the Jura. We often see a few cattle on the riverbanks, mostly the big, cream-coloured Charlolais, wading through the water and drinking. It always looks to me like an Old Masters painting.
We had a picnic lunch just outside the tiny village of Osselle. We just made it ...