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At little village called Bains.  I took the photo because of the house, modernised somewhat but notice the remnants of turrets at the top right corner of the house and the buttress type widening at the bottom right corner.

I'd stopped here to buy something at the bakers, and also to ask if I could use the toilet, but I was told there was a public one, two toilets available one was hideous and the other merely nasty.

One of the characteristics of this route was that I was on a highish plateau and when I looked to the east I could see the mountains that two years ago I'd cycled through and this year I was avoiding.

That driver is a right cow.

Obviously they don't get a lot of traffic down here, the farmer was happily cycling along behind this strung out herd and the dog he had with him might well have been whistling he was so relaxed.  Relaxed that is until he saw me when he became a little nervous.  I'd stopped and stood up so as to make it more obvious I was a human and not some low-slung, ferocious, cycle-beast predator as yet unknown to them.

I'd seen these blue flowers and wondered what they were, back in England I found references to them and they are, apparently, lentils.  Of course, I'm very near to Le Puy, famous for, amongst other things, lentils.  The beast is dead, the point is taken, the ambiguity is in the box.