A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
Damn me but the nice french girl who'd helped me earlier in the post office turned out to be the municipal campsite worker. It seemed worthy of a photo, only in France does a campsite worker wear, not jeans and a tee-shirt, but a pretty dress with patent leather belt and a panama hat.
7th July, 70km, avg 17.2km/hr, max 44.9km/hr, 3:40 mins riding, 6 hours total
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I couldn't avoid this main road. On my map it was only a D but turned out to be the N76 with lots of heavy lorries. All overtook on the other side of the road though a couple of times, with traffic approaching and only a single lane each way, there'd be a screech of air brakes and they'd slow from 90km/hr to 15 and put on their hazard warning lights and slowly follow me at a respectful distance until they could overtake. So, it was as nice as it could be but still less than restful.