A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
The Stables in English was the name of the restaurant. Not bad food and certainly a nice location.
I decided to stay north of the Garonne and get back to Port Saint Marie via the hills above the Garonne Valley. Once again they were very, very steep and I ended up having to push for the second time. I could at least see more this time, no rain, just a smattering of clouds.
Once the climb was over though it was very nice long ridge ride and then a big descent into town. Along the ridge I met a guy on his mobility scooter tootling along. It turned out he'd had a motorcycle accident and had lost the use of his legs, he was slightly speech impaired too but marginally so, and he was very good fun to talk to. He'd read similar books and said goodbye with 'see you later aligator' to which, naturally enough, I replied, 'in a while crocodile'.