A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
Actually, they also helped me make the fact that I'd been carrying an aluminium cup attached to my bike make sense. They offered me a Pastis but only had two glasses, I dashed over to my pitch to return, triumphant, with the cup in question.
We spent a very pleasant couple of hours chatting and drinking, it turned out we had a lot in common. It could just be that the pastis is the reason this photo is a bit blurry ;-)
Certainly the pastis, the sausages and chips with salad and rosé wine for dinner in the camp-site restaurant, helped eradicate any trace of tiredness in my legs.