Off the N230 we then had a spell on some narrow, and to be honest, bumpy country lanes, no less pleasurable, taking us through some attractive villages. I love riding through France, there's a surprise in almost every village.
After our fuel stop, we had a lunch stop at the trusty golden arches, before hitting the road again for the final 108 miles. There was one big obstacle between us and Cahors and that was the city of Toulouse. Negotiating our way through/around Toulouse was La Tricky 😉 to say the least, as the periphique was manic. We survived unscathed though and it wasn't long before the sight of rows and rows of vines, signalled our arrival in the Cahors region.
Right at the death, tomtom let me down. The hotel, a Campanile, is located just off a roundabout. Tomtom had me going off at the exit after the correct one. Paul spotted a sign at the last minute so was able to go the right way. I meanwhile followed Tomtom's directons to a dead end at a fishing tackle shop, just over the fence from the Campanile car park! By the time I'd retraced my tracks Paul had checked us in. We're in an upstairs room, so up the external stairs, which don't seem to be attached to the building!
The Campanile restaurants aren't what they used to be and quite expensive, so we looked at what was close by. McDs, KFC or a place called new Tacos. That sounded interesting, so we made our way there. They do quite a lot besides tacos and we both ended up with a plate full of food but not tacos. It was tasty and very filling. They aren't licensed, so we had a soft drink but bought a can of beer in Netto, to have back in the room.
Tomorrow we are heading for Chartres, a mere 540 kilometres away. Fingers crossed the weather holds. We've had mid to high 20s again today, so more of the same will do nicely.
👋🏻 for now.
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