Another dreary day with light rain and very wet roads. Since we had no where specific to go we were not looking forward to a day inside. Cycling is cumulative, the more you do it the more you want to do it. So, after four continuous weeks of riding our bodies and minds were not willing to succumb.
By mid morning the rain had stopped and the sun was trying to break thorough the sky. At 11 (very late start for us) we were on our bikes for an abbreviated ride around the vineyards keeping the mileage and climbs to a minimum.
After several rides skirting around the vines Kim felt compelled to sample the harvest. Since this field was already harvested the only bunch in the bunch she could find was shriveled and tart.
A very busy sign post but the little one at the bottom was all we needed.
Along the way we turned off the main road and joined this "rails to trails" paved cycleway. We headed left so we could get a photo of the old train station (gare). We have already planned another ride that will take us directly to the cycleway so we can ride it one way toward Carpentras and the other way for as many miles as we wish to go.
The "old" train station. A very modest affair but sure it served its purpose as the train came rumbling through.
This town wins today's prize for the most decorative welcome sign. Actually is was a gem as we soon found out.
The fortified inner town was surrounded by an intact security wall. Very impressive.
As is the person with the bike at the gate under the breast cancer awareness symbol. No time to explore beyond the inner wall.
But enough time for a coffee at its base.
Although we limited ourselves to just a "cafe double", the name was "Bowl and Burger". Kim was smitten when she went inside and succumbed to the smell of burgers and frites. Need to find our way back here for lunch.
Looks like an old wine pressing barrel that is purely ornamental More modern devices make for easier crushing and cleaner feet.
This wayward bird is a turkey, which are somewhat strangers in this part of the world. Must be a pet who is safe from the Thanksgiving table - they don't celebrate here. Most farmed turkeys are exported to England. Have never seen it on a menu or for sale at the market.
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