This morning, in Saintes Maries de la Mer, we said goodbye to Vovo, the bull that reigned the local arenas for ten years.
After that it was straight back into the Camargue, on our way to Nīmes. Luckily it was a bit cloudy, which made the humidity bearable.
The only place for coffee for the first 20k turned out to be closed, so we made do with a sip from our bottles, and the company of a cat with a good taste in bikes.
From a cyclist's point of view, French drivers are probably the best in the world. They will generally give you a wide berth, and what's more, they'll use their indicators to warn other traffic coming up from the rear of the "obstacles". I really like that.
Riding into Nīmes is rewarded with this view ....
... followed immediately by running into the Roman arena. 2,000 year-old buildings make me feel small.
