A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
The town itself was, like many French towns, very pretty. The usual fantastic municipal flower planting and a number of half-timbered buildings with cobbled streets.
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The campsite was very nice, clean, shaded, just next to the canal with very friendly people. I had an animated conversation with the owners about Moroccan food. Unfortunately, while I was having this conversation some mad VW Beetle owner was pitching his tent three feet away from mine and then played beep-beep games on his phone 'til late. Fortunately my ear-plugs kept him at bay and I slept like a log.