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Damn me but the nice french girl who'd helped me earlier in the post office turned out to be the municipal campsite worker.  It seemed worthy of a photo, only in France does a campsite worker wear, not jeans and a tee-shirt, but a pretty dress with patent leather belt and a panama hat.

7th July, 70km, avg 17.2km/hr, max 44.9km/hr, 3:40 mins riding, 6 hours total

Rollover to see where I start from.

I couldn't avoid this main road.  On my map it was only a D but turned out to be the N76 with lots of heavy lorries.  All overtook on the other side of the road though a couple of times, with traffic approaching and only a single lane each way, there'd be a screech of air brakes and they'd slow from 90km/hr to 15 and put on their hazard warning lights and slowly follow me at a respectful distance until they could overtake.  So, it was as nice as it could be but still less than restful.

I turned off onto this hard-packed dirt C road and within two minutes was back into the thickest silence, broken only by birdsong.  Roll your mouse over this image to see the a bit further on along this road where I stopped for fruit and honey.

I frequently had two breakfasts in fact.  Though this one was as much to find a toilet as anything else.

There was a market just setting up and I bought fruit at the stall you see.  There were lots of stalls opposite and various bric-a-brac stands down the road you see that's blocked.  I also bought a map here so that I could get more of an overview of where I was going.  I'd printed out all the other maps but had forgotten this section since the decision to follow the canal had been a bit impromtu.