Sunday Ride

Fortunately, as hoped, the weatherman was wrong again today.  Actually, for accuracy's sake, he was right this morning, we had a morning of light drizzle, but this afternoon it started clearing up quickly and finding Betsy, as always, ready to ride, we pulled out just looking for some two-lane road and beautiful country. We headed back to Clisson, the small little city about twenty-one miles (34 Km) from my apartment.

Clisson is located in a hilly area with homes at about three different levels among the hills.  This morning at work, talking with Olivier, who lives there, he pointed out one of the reasons I find it so pleasing: the lack of large signs.  The city, as reflected in March  (See March 7th entry), has large 12th century ruins that are very popular with visitors.  Because of the hills (remember I pointed out the rich seemed to get the high ground all the time) the ruins are visible from many points.  Wisely, they don't wish those views cluttered up by road signs and other commercial clutter.  C'est marche (it works.)

 Riding into town I turn toward the modern city center and pass over this little river.

 Nice work, huh?

 I then go into the old city area and snap a shot of the main castle ruins by the same river.

 In March I took a picture from the area between the house and the ruin looking this way. 

 Behind me and down about two blocks was this great little cafe.  Availed myself of the opportunity to have a nice little local white wine in the cool of the early afternoon.








I then headed back for home routing myself through a small village in the heart of the local wine country.

Wine, early stage

And then home.  Another nice day in France.