A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
Finally, it was topped by being threatened by the biggest black mastif I've ever seen who was running around free in the road. Luckily just before he came in for the kill a car came along and he backed off, giving me a chance to ride off keeping the car behind me until I was out of range.
This area was very quite, a consequence of which was that I couldn't find anywhere that served food. Lots of places were closed or boarded up: Doré-l'Eglise for instance.
I sat outside on this terrace, with views over the valley and had some very nice food, accompanied, as ever, by a chilled rosé
The climb from here to the Chaise Dieu wasn't too bad, but the town, or at least the part I saw didn't merit stopping. I pressed on to Sambadel Gare, again restaurants that were shut and no where to get food for dinner.