Better on foot than on a bike.

Thanks for the kind words, Scott. The old age truck comes for us all unfortunately, but we seem to be adapting OK. I’m not sure we’ve ever enjoyed a stay in Provence as much as this one.

It really is. It’s the kind of town I like best, really. Small enough that it’s easy to orient yourself, easy to get in and out of, not a huge tourism hotspot but still plenty interesting. Southern France is full of places like this.

This looks like an interesting place, and it could be right on our route. Southern France is interesting!

Cafe au lait bowls, wonderful for warming your hands and good for dipping croissants and other pastries.

It really is pretty great. It was a last minute decision to stay here four days, but we’re really pleased with it. But no, it doesn’t look like the gates have walkways.

A very impressive day in the Luberon. It is such a great area to cycle. And just like you two -- it never seems to get old. One day we will likely find ourselves back there as well.

I wondered if anyone would pick up on that. I might have known it would be you.

"Spitting" image... :-)

What a cool place for a stop. I love the windy streets. Can you get up to the top of the gate towers?

Wow, what a great run for you. I’d love to bike that route again, but we’d have to be several years younger to enjoy it. I still look back on it as one of our best tours.

And a great train story! Congrats on making the train and finding each other at the end. It’s a reminder to think ahead and talk about what you’ll do if you get separated and one of you can’t board or get off.

From San Sebastián via Sos del Rey Catalico, Uncastillo, Ayerbe, Jaca, Torla, Ainsa, Campo, El pont du Suert , Tremp, Coll de Nargo, Sant Llorenç de Morunys, Camprodon (all your favourites).
Another classic train story today! Simple journey from Perpignan to Toulouse. On the train having negotiated the stairs. A problem down the line, everyone off at Narbonne with bus replacements. We decided to cycle to Carcassonne (great ride) and then reassess. Arrived at 6pm, trains resumed. The next one an intercité, more stairs to negotiate to the platform. Pulling up just as we get there, Bruce racing with both bikes down to the bike car at the end, I toss all the bags into nearest carriage. Whistle is blowing, Bruce still sprinting, and fortunately the guard comes to the rescue. We were so far apart on the train we couldn’t reach each other and I had the bag with his phone etc. But fortunately he realised Toulouse was the next stop and there were plenty of healing hands. Ha, ha what a day! It’s a TA story!

It is different, alright. For some reason it makes me think of photos I’ve seen of Machu Picchu.

Interesting! Most walls seem to primarily be laid with stones horizontal...

Yikes! It would take both of us to push our loaded tandem up that incline.