Noailac

There are sure signs that the French like signs for anything. Sometimes it is almost a forest of signs – but, so far, the ones we needed have all been correct and to the point.

We had a picnic lunch in the sleepy town La Reole. It was a hot day and the cats were making the best of the siesta.

Then we reached and crossed the mighty river Garonne

and biked through areas with quite a bit of tobacco farming and plum orchards – and of course the almost endless vineyards where the grape harvest has now started.

Have settled for the night in La Tuilerie, a beautiful old farm turned into a guest house.

There are very few other tourists around and at the over-night places. We are enjoying the French life-on-wheels very much and are looking forward to the next many days en route.