I set off as early as the bread van would allow (have you ever looked for food in France on a Sunday?) and just kept going after that.
I had one (felt like) major climb towards the end of the day but, apart from that (and the horrible little flies covering me) it was incident free. All I can conclude from this is that the other day was a) hotter b) hillier or c) both. I'm going for c.
I passed several beach bound traffic jams and had lots of beeps and shouts. It's really true that the French love cycling.
After I got to the site I put up my tent, ate my lunch and slept on my shady pitch. I looked around the town in the evening and explored the royal park- the location of the site. Now I'm trying to make my gas canister last long enough to cook tea.
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The final climb. They never look quite as evil in photos. This was of the kind which you keep thinking you are at the top then...
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