An uneventful day.
We started with a wonderful petit déjeuné on the veranda at the Maison Eloi Merle, in Olonzac.
The wind was finally calmed enough to start riding forward instead of backwards, and by 10:00am we were next to the waters of the canal du midi.
At La Redorte we stopped for lunch at the only place next to the canal, not the best food but conveniently close. If you end up there make sure you are not in a rush. The place was quite full and there was just one poor waiter going nuts between the French, the Brits, the Germans, and two hungry Mexicans.
No menu du jour, just à la carte. After these ones, I think I may be moules-done for this trip.
We rode until we got to Tribes, from there it was up hill to the very small village of Bouilhonnac and its small castle.
We arrived at 6:00pm at our B&B, and our host came out to greet us enthusiastically.
Little we know, the Queen had sentenced him and the March Hare, keeping them stuck in time at 6:00pm forever. As such, the minute we arrived he exclaimed Tea Time! Or was it Wine Time!?
Our host, and the March Hare invited us to join their party.
The mad hatter and his guests were switching places on the table at any given time, making short, personal remarks, asking unanswerable riddles and reciting nonsensical poetry, all of which eventually drove us away.
Why is a raven like a writing desk?
It was time to retire to our quarters.
The next day we had a very important date.
I’m late! I’m late! For a very important date! No time to say hello, goodbye! I’m late! I’m late! I’m late!