Looking a lot like Gondar, Ethiopia with its 1930s Italian-style architecture.
…sont-ils plus grands que ceux des policiers?
Some things just don’t translate.
Train from Bollene to Avignon on Saturday. I might cycle to Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer on Sunday to complete the ride from Roscoff to the Med. I rode from Bollene to Avignon last year.
The picture shows the Rhône at Pont-Saint-Esprit, with Mont Ventoux in the background.
As I left Sainte-Eulalie I heard what I first thought was bagpipe music coming from the woods. Without my hearing aids in I couldn’t be sure, so I stopped, and I could see at the end of a path into the woods a man just standing there playing some sort of ancient pipe instrument, not bagpipes, but something very medieval sounding and beautiful start to the ride.
At the source of the Loire a woman appeared as if she had been born from the very spring… I’ve seen far too many French films not to interpret that symbolically. She took a sip from the spring and said ‘Bonjour’, so I also scooped a handful of the water and drank it and said ‘bonjour’ back.
She works for the local authority, keeping the path to the spring clear, but of course in a film by Agnes Varda she would, wouldn’t she?
I imagine her name is Marianne, or Marie-France or somesuch, but didn’t ask for fear of disappointment.
The little hand-written sign says ‘Ici commence ma course vers l’Océan’.
The main picture here shows the Loire as it flows through Sainte-Eulalie. Well, they say it’s the Loire, but I’ve been to Nantes and I’m sure it was bigger than that…