My bicycle stood against the fence, unused, and the holiday nearly over. So early today, I jumped onto it, and off I rode, to Le Lavandou. Impressive, eh!
The bicycle track was deserted, at 7.30 a.m. I had it all to myself. Lovely. This used to be an old railway line that went through Le Lavandou. and someone with a bit of foresight, made it into a bicycle path.
Le Lavandou was deserted in the early morning light, except for the keen runners along the foreshore. And it is here I met Walter, who very kindly put my bicycle in the car, for the return trip. Downhill going to Le Lavandou and uphill going back! No sense in overdoing the fitness bit.
The boats, and masts, gleaming in the early morning sun. There must be thousands and thousands of boats moored along the coast down here, most of them never seem to leave their moorings. Status symbols!
Off we went on our walk along the footpath between Le Lavandou and St Clair. Beautifully made, with a rough textured top so that it is not slippery. So picturesque in the early morning sun.
Where have the people gone? The deserted beach at St Clair, so clean and pristine.
The cafe/restaurant with sun loungers to rent out, so ordered and neat. Orange is definitely the theme colour here.
Then back up the hill, again with a brief stop to look at some copies of paintings, by an impressionist, not someone I have heard of, and I have forgotten his name anyway. But a long explanation of how important this area was to the painters that came here early last century.
And a view from the top road, of the harbour, and beach at Le Lavandou.
Stringy bark eucalyptus trees, in a very grubby park, with much evidence of being used as a free camping spot. Most unusual here.
And back to the car, for the drive back to camp, and another late breakfast, greatly enjoyed, with an extra slice or two of baguette. To make up for the increased exercise of course.
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