A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
I got here about 12.00 and had a nice lunch, opposite the tourist office, of moules frites, having first bought a few things: a replacement battery for the bike computer since it had stopped reading for about 10km, a new sink plug (a bouchon d'evier) to replace the one I'd left at Bruère Allichamps, a french novel (37°2 le Matin), and a map of the next section. It seemed a very nice town.
This picture is of the bridge over the river at the southern edge of the town.
By lunchtime the clouds had gone and by 1 o' clock when I took this photo the temperatures were on the rise. The streets of the villages I rode through were largely empty, the one bar tabac I passed was shut.