Thanks to Rosanna for the title. We all got into our little lycra outfits and set off for the Vaison-la-Romaine market this morning. Alas, just as we got to the first traffic circle, there was a sudden psssst (which I did not hear as I was lagging behind with rather leaden thighs today) and Glenn's back tire was flat. Not only that, but the tire was damaged, so we went off to the bike store for a new one. The first inner tube got punctured by the tire iron, the second inner tube blew up and knocked the tire off the rim, the third got punctured by the tire iron, and the fourth was successfully installed by the shopowner.
Rosanna had gone ahead to the market as she does not care to be out on her bike in the blazing mid-day sun, so Glenn and I raced to meet her (she had our street shoes). We all wandered around the market a very little bit and then had a truly awful coffee at a cafe I recalled having patronized in the past, but perhaps it is under new management.
Glenn very happily spent 1,30 euros for 5 croissants. Then we all rode back to Malaucene and Glenn carried on to Bedoin and Flassan and another town he does not recall. I spent 2 hours rewiring my bicycle computer with the aid of model cement and the sticky part of bandaids.
Just as I was achieving some success, there was a great clatter and whirr of derailleurs and Glenn was back, having carried a 5-litre box of rose the last 5 kilometres. Some of the photos posted today were in fact taken last night as we prepared our post-Ventoux dinner -- green bean, beets and chevre salad, roasted potatoes and a roast chicken and rosemary infused creme brulee (made more successfully this time in the double boiler).
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