A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
There is a major road running along the side of the Garonne, the road here known as Les Berges, and on Sunday it's closed to all motorised traffic. It took a while to find out how to get onto it but once I had I spent some time cycling up and down it. I weaved in and out of the dotted line. I dillied, I dallied, I sauntered and ambled. It was great.
It was like cycling after that nuclear holocaust, or after the petrol crisis has really struck home.
This is the view west as I finish one of several up and down trips. I did actually see a few other people, though not many at all. Apparently it was very popular when the cycling mayor first introduced it. I saw an inline skater and a couple of pedestrians. Though, strangely, the pedestrians still stuck to the verges whereas I think I would have walked down the middle of the road.