Favorite Sign: Toss-up between "Maximarche" & "Bricosphere"
Highlight: called my Grandpop in the States|
Towns: Sancergues, la Charite sur Loire, Varzy, Clamecy
Fav Food: Packman sandwich
|Tabac||Herald Tribune, 50 telecarte||57FF|
|Packman||sand vienois, 3 choc pan, Orangina||38|
|Le Poste||package to US, some stamps||**133|
|Market||3 bananas, half baguette||9|
|Frites Stand||ham and cheese pizza||15|
|Clamecy Pont-Picot||tent, one person, shower||26|
Riding on the national highway there was decent traffic, but I could still enjoy. I only get a honk or something every once in a while, and they are overshadowed by the people who give me nods of approval. Ah, there was even a bike lane on the way out of town for a few kilometers. A beautiful thing. Otherwise there is not much of a shoulder on French roads. Some trucks have to wait to get around me, but generally everything seems safe. I saw my first accident today. A tractor-trailer jack-knifed in the ditch. I haven't seen anything else in all my riding and driving in Spain and France.
Mostly hay, wheat, and some cows around here. This must be the bread box of France. Something like the central United States. I road through a couple really dense and dark forests. Some really cool air back in there. For the most part a very uneventful afternoon of cycling. I rolled into Clamecy around eight, with plenty of time to get some stuff done. Air out the tent, wash some clothes, take a nice shower. I have to remember that this is a vacation. I haven't had time to read any of my novels lately.