I got off to an early start today, leaving before Anne and Sebastian were up. A quick detour up to central Poitiers for coffee, croissants and a sandwich for the road - and I was on my way. I was headed southwest in the general direction of Périgueux, which I planned to reach in two days. After a big overnight storm, the day started bright and sunny. I passed through a Sunday market in Nieuil L'Espoir, where white asparagus was prominently featured. Soon thereafter I came across a sign marking a more recent time in French history: the The French Demarcation Line. The Demarcation Line was established by the Armistice reached after the fall of France in 1940 and denotes the boundary between Nazi-occupied France and the Free Zone. In 1942, Germany invaded the Free Zone and occupied all of France.
The route continued through mostly open farmland and small French villages. I stopped at Saint Laurent de Lourdes for a snack and soon rejoined the Vienne River south of Breux. About a mile after crossing the river, the planned route directed me onto an unpaved cycle path running parallel to the river. I was hesitant to take the path due to the recently abundant rainfall and likely muddy conditions. Using the bike mode of Google Maps, I found what appeared to be an alternate road heading in the same general direction - and I set off. The road climbed steeply above the river, offering some nice views of distant villages. After about 1.5 miles, however, the paved road ended at a large house where the owner was working on his car. I continued past him with a friendly Bonjour, but was almost immediately faced with another unpaved tract through the woods. I went back to ask the gentleman for help with directions/options. After some thought, he directed me down a footpath, which he said would lead to a good surfaced cycle path. Seriously, a footpath. Undaunted, I led Vivien George carefully through the underbrush and down the muddy path, which eventually intersected with the original unpaved cycle route I had shunned not more than an hour beforehand! The cycle path did provide a passable surface, but at times resembled a single-tract mountain bike route more than a touring bike route. After dodging mud and water puddles for more than two miles, I took a short break for water and noticed a paved road paralleling the wooded tract. A quick look at Google Maps indicated the paved road would intersect with the wooded tract a couple of miles ahead - so I jumped on it and was soon in Moussac and heading south. A few miles later, I cruised into L'Isle-Jourdain and found a delightful spot for a proper Sunday lunch.
Snack stop in Saint Laurent de Lourdes on a quiet Sunday morning
I lingered a long time over lunch, enjoying conversation and camaraderie with the couple at the adjoining table and the restaurant owners. The couple live in a castle in Queaux, about 8 mile north of L'Isle-Jourdain, and they invited me to come visit any time. By the time we all left, the day had clouded up and a storm was threatening. France has been deluged with rain and floods over the past two weeks, yet I had been relatively lucky in skirting/avoiding getting in a downpour. It was not to be today. It began to rain in earnest when I was about 7 miles from the B&B. It had stopped raining by the time I arrived, but it was good to get out of my soggy kit and enjoy a nice dinner and cup of tea with my English hosts Tia and Robert.
Today's ride: 47 miles (76 km) Total: 448 miles (721 km)
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