A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
That driver is a right cow.
Obviously they don't get a lot of traffic down here, the farmer was happily cycling along behind this strung out herd and the dog he had with him might well have been whistling he was so relaxed. Relaxed that is until he saw me when he became a little nervous. I'd stopped and stood up so as to make it more obvious I was a human and not some low-slung, ferocious, cycle-beast predator as yet unknown to them.
I'd seen these blue flowers and wondered what they were, back in England I found references to them and they are, apparently, lentils. Of course, I'm very near to Le Puy, famous for, amongst other things, lentils. The beast is dead, the point is taken, the ambiguity is in the box.