A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
Job: lunch
12.19pm This was where I had lunch, Restaurant D'O, in a small town called Job, about 10km short of the place where I was to camp.
It was the nicest lunch I was to have I think: a lovely salad that looked like a work of art, and Osso Bucco with Pommes Boulangere for the main course. The first time I'd had it and it was fantastic. Followed by a plate of cheeses and then a chocolate mouse.
The place was delightful, the man was a bit of a slob but the woman was dressed, unusually, but with style and attention to detail and colour. When I looked around I noticed that the same attention was lent to everything. The salad, the bottles of sirop, the hand-painted frieze around the walls, the dried flower decorations on the table and, of course, the food.
For dinner I had a picnic, thanks to the local supermarket, of Rose wine, Rillette de oie, toms, avocado, olives and bread.
Day 6: Ambert to Sembadel-Gare
Stats: 45km, avg 11km/hr, max 48.7km/hr, time 4hrs Today was going to have the largest climb so far, steep and long. Every time I mentioned where I was going to someone they whistled and held their hands at a 45 degree angle.
Flat and pretty
8.49am The first 20km or so were flattish and very pretty, with, as you can see, lovely tarmac. I told you I was becoming a bore.
Cornflowers
It was a lovely hour or so of riding.