One too many (early) Mornings

And a thousand miles behind.
Fabulous stay at St Martin. Lovely little town. Moules/frites for dinner, for the first time this trip, by the river at a lively bar with live lounge jazz.

Up early to walk into Aigueze across the river. Bought pastries for breakfast and sat and ate them on the cliff tops.
Reached the village to find there was another bloody market going on. In France it seems you're only ever 500m from a market at any time.
Armed with olives, fougasse, and rose we retired to lunch.
After some sleeping and a mild dust up with the campsite warden ( me, being assertive in French, another first ) we went to the municipal beach and had a cooling swim in the Ardeche.
Away at 9 on Friday morning. Breakfast on the banks of the Rhone.
A long hot, windy but mostly flat 82 km saw us to Pernes les Fontaines, all day riding in the shadow of Ventoux. So strange to be somewhere familiar and if anything even better in the summer. Pleased we rang ahead as the site was showing complet signs when we arrived.
1000 miles now have passed under our wheels. Strangely the further we have come the less remarkable it feels to us. But still, bloody hell, a thousand miles!
Col de Murs tomorrow, or the day after. Shortest, but not the easiest way to Apt. But more interesting than the main road and hopefully quieter.
Suggested a quick trip up Ventoux as we're so close (without bags). I don't think a lady should speak like that, I didn't know she knew words like that.

So, pool, shower, Intermarche, tent up, food, write this and zzzz.

Oh it seems that there's a market here in the morning.