Up the Gorge du Tarn towards Ales.
As the day wore on we were getting quite tired, especially after the road crossed into a different valley and we had to climb a col again! At the top there was a man selling fruit and vegetables from a stall by the road, so we bought four ripe apricots and a bag of cherries, all for just over one Euro.
We had considered cycling all the way to Ales, our planned stop for the day after, but decided to call it quits at Le Collet de Deze where we stayed at Le Vieux Moulin. This was a lucky choice. The Hotel was a family concern, run by a young couple with small children. The meal, cooked by Guillaume, was excellent and would put most Perth restaurants to shame. This seems to be the case throughout France where the food is simply on a different level to what we are accustomed to. The small hotel had an outside terrace and we watched the swallows playing (or catching flies if you prefer Julie's interpretation) as we ate our meal.
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