I believe one could spend 6 months or more just travelling from impressive bridge, viaduct or aqueduct throughout this part of Europe. There are just so many of them, from those of ancient marvel to the modern artform of those that span vast gaps and make travel not just easier but also quite an experience.
Day 55 was Wednesday 7th September, and the day we visited and travelled the most majestic that we will see, the bridge in the sky, the Millau Viaduct.
But before we got there from Uzes we travelled some lovely twisted roads and visited some towns where time would appear to be standing still. This is Nante where we stopped to purchase our daily ration of stone fruits.
I have no idea what this place is called but the ride down into it triggered the shutter of my memory. Pity we couldn’t stop for another 300m.
And so onto Millau where the viaduct is a tourist attraction in itself, and the Toll to use it is E4.80. Not that we had to, but we did just for the experience. It’s a heck of a long way up or down depending on your viewpoint.
Did that and bought the sticker 🙂 So on to Lodeve for the night where we stayed at a place that was supposed to be a hotel but was really just a house with spare bedrooms down a goat track. Still, not a bad stay and a nice home produced breakfast. 240 km for the day was a decent enough effort considering that for us it’s about the journey and not just the ride.
Next day was something of a transit day.We stopped here for lunch, wandered some streets and spent some time thinking on the fact that our daughter-in-law Gabby would soon be delivering her 3rd child.
They must take their Bocce pretty serious around here as there’s something like 15 courts there. It was a lovely village.
Spent the night on the coast at Le Grande Large. The water was fine. Another 200 kms.
Friday 9th September, the day Roman Agostini Blackmore, 4.47kg, was born. By all accounts an eating machine, he’s our 6th Grandchild and 4th Grandson. We’re looking forward to getting to know him in the middle of November when we get home.
We were having breakfast here at Banyuls-sur-Mer when we got the news Gabby had gone into labour.
This is just one of a number of towns in small bays along the coast bordering France and Spain. These are the places I really like with very few tourists because they’re quite out of the way. I think it’s the isolation and the coast that demands a certain respect from those that work it, that really appeals to me. The roads are fantastic riding as well.
Some other waypoints in this day’s travel.
And the moment we heard of Roman’s birth. Sorry we’re not there guys.
Our destination was Tossa de Mar and the end of 6 straight days of riding. It was also the end of the second third of our journey – Spain and a 3 day break. 160 kms for the day.