A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
The descent needed a little care in fact, it felt decidedly slippy. At one point I thought I'd adjust my disk brakes and managed to burn my finger on them, hot after a descent. So a burn to go with my blood blister from the day before.
If you click on this photo you'll see a panorama photo of this quiet little valley, which approaches Port St Marie from the North East.
At the bottom of this hill I surprised a group of small deer just 10 metres in front of me on the road. Not a lot of traffic you see.
The town was unfortunately situated, although it was on the banks of the Garonne it had a major road in front of it and the main railway line. It was still peeing it down too so I decided to leave any exploring until the next day. However, I did pop into a local small supermarket and they were very nice, even giving me a cup of coffee to warm me up before I left.