A bar in Villandraut where we found ourselves on two consecutive afternoons. On the first we were joined by a jolly group of grey French hikers.
On the second it was a jolly group of French grey cyclists - four of whom had superb recumbant machines! They had seen our car with bike rack and had a conversation amongst themselves about our Greece-Italy ferry sticker. Not sure who was more impressed!
And here is a view from a hill we had somehow climbed on another ride! (great fun going back down to sea level!)
It is the point in Castets where the Canal Littoral leaves the Garonne, and the point where - on the outward leg - Bob's bike refused to go onto the bottom gear wheel. This persists and so we have spent a lot of time looking on the web for "bicycle repair man" ahead of us in the itinerary. It's not just getting an address - it's getting a street map with names on it - and then dealing with "ferme le lundi!" (An amazing number of businesses seem to close on Mondays - is this the 35 hour week?)