We entered France with a very loose plan. We were aiming for Corsica, actually, but that’s quite far, so we started our wandering just by heading south. We picked the littlest roads we could find and wandered this way and that. The road network in France is fairly dense, so there are a zillion options depending on how eager one is to actually get somewhere. We weren’t, so it was little tiny roads through little tiny towns, until the waning afternoon encouraged us to find a town that might have a hotel or two. Somewhere out there, there are highways with a speed limit of 130 km/hr, but we stick with the littlest roads. They are super fun riding– scenic, twisty, and with little traffic. It also takes forever to get anywhere!
The scenery is wonderful, so there are many photo stops along the way.
We were finding lovely roads, scrumptious lunches, and neat towns for spending the night, all without much, if any, advance planning. Clisson was one, as was Brantome. Photos only show part of the story, though. The images below of Brantome are missing the soundtrack of the kids funfair set up in the plaza. The calliope music of the afternoon was replaced with pounding pop music in the evening. We weren’t sad to have to walk a bit to get back to our hotel.
Unfortunately, the occasional showers and cooler temperatures were becoming regular rain. Packing was made easy because I was wearing all the clothes I had with me. The forecast showed more of the same for the foreseeable future. We had been talking about visiting Corsica and Sardinia for some time now, and while we were confident the weather in Corsica would be more to our liking, we still had several days riding to get to the ferry. On the other hand, the dry, sunny weather on the south side of the Pyrenees was much closer. Nothing a few hours on the motorway can’t fix. So, we tossed aside the route planning of the evening before and headed south.
We hightailed down the motorway to Languedoc, but before crossing to Spain, we enjoyed a little riding around in the mountains.
We took a little detour to see the remains of some Cathar castles in Languedoc. These were built in improbable places with quite fun roads to reach them.