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It's the end of the day and I’m tired. Today’s bike ride was the hardest I’ve done from the off-road rides in my book, with three hours’ riding up the infamous Mont Ventoux on a stony track. Again, there was scant company on the ride once I was off-road – the only human being I saw was someone on a Belgian-registered quadbike overtaking me. So it was me, the ...
I have experienced many aromas on my bike rides on this holiday – including pine trees, fig trees and sulphur (fermenting grapes?). And today, while I was pumping up my tyres, I whiffed herbs, confirming they do grow wild in these parts and that Herbes de Provence is more than something they sell in jars.
... the cash. 20€.50 no 20€.90 & he opened the gate & on we went in silence for some time until Geoff said ' I think I'm ok now' Our next toll stop the people n front of us couldn't get it to work & eventually it did for them- we were very patient. Then when it was our turn it didn't work for us so we backed out & went to another one. The next stop we had to get a ticket & usually it just pops straight out but this time we had to wait - ...
... Sault two years ago and had some drinks and enjoyed the view.
Definitely one of the more memorable meals we've had in France on any of our trips. The waiter was a hoot on top of the delicious and reasonably-priced meal.
It was after 10pm by the time we got back to our hotel, so I'm finishing writing this blog entry the next morning on the deck, looking up at a very clear view of the weather station on top of Mont Ventoux. Will be there ...
... fighters, and travellers for more than 500 years.
11) Tranquility. At night, and often during the day, it's so quiet you can hear a mouse **** (this description stolen from Peter Mayle's book A Year in Provence).
12) The peachy gold light of early morning and evening
13) Falling asleep as the evening breeze descends Mount Ventoux, whisking away the day's heat.
Adieu, Caromb. Je t'aime. ...