This was the most ambitious ride to date - 32 miles with ample climbing. We have been up this road before but never to the top and down to Prats. There is little to see in Prats and the boulangerie closed a while back. But we went because it was there.
Along the way this photo of Babiot... but there was no there, there.
The cows might not agree but all pastures are alike. Even the little guy got into the act.
Man on a bike... what a find!
Centre ville... with fountain in front of the church square. Even though it was Sunday morning there was not a worshipper in sight. Religion has lost its luster in this part of France.
The Marie is the second most prominent building in any town, big or small. The mast with the tri colors of France is a must.
With the climbing behind us it is an easy downhill to Daglan for a coffee. Sunday is market day; the tomatoes were unimpressive but the roasted chicken was a bargain. Only four times what Costco charges and less than half the size. Oh well, we are not in Colorado any more Todo.
The market brought out our Daglan friends and friends of a friend - Thom, Shaun, Darlene, Darlene's female Australian friend dating back to her Army days, and the friend's daughter.
You meet the nicest people on market day. Shaun offered to share some of his breakfast wine but we still had six miles back to Castelnaud. Wonder what the best pairing is with bagels and lox, or bacon and eggs?
On our next foray to Prats we will turn around at the summit (~900 feet elevation) and take a shortcut back to Saint Pompom along a narrow paved path. Less cars and more trees.
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