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Lao Tzu

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41

Crêpes

Just down from here was La Galerie, the crêperie breton where I ate, this was next to, or was the Chambres d'hôtes they also own.  The owner was a very nice guy, told me a lot about the town and the medieval quarter as he guided me to the house he was renovating where he allowed me to park my bike safely.  A half-timbered bike shed.  Thus allowing me to skate around on cycling shoes with clips but at least without a bike to push so I could better explore the town.

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My only regret is that I should have ordered a bigger one and that, instead of the ppr I drank, I should have had a pitcher of cider.

When I'd finished, about 9ish, I cycled back to the campsite where the reception thrown by the mayor, was still going.  Drinks and nibbles.  So I joined in, was introduced to the mayor, who it turned out had seem me earlier in the day.  Chatted about recumbents, cycling, France, holiday's, and Billom.  Met one of the other helpers on the campsite who's name may have been Cherise but since he was a man and that seems more like a woman's name I suspect I got it wrong.  Anyway, we all got along famously, helped perhaps by the copious amounts of alcohol we were all consuming.  My french was getting better, helped also by the copious amounts... etc.  Soon, we were all bezzy mates and swore we'd meet again next year.