As we rode away from Tallard we got this view of the Chateau de Tallard.
As the day progressed we began to wonder if we weren't back in the uplands of Utah or Southwestern Colorado. The scenery had that feel to it.
In the afternoon we experienced deja vu all over again as we entered the Gorge de la Meouge. The similarity to our own Arroyo Seco Gorge struck us both and we made the comparison immediately. It was a scenic ride.
We left the gorge and the strong headwind returned. We had pushed rather hard in the morning and decided to stop in a very small town and camp. We pulled into Lachau and set up camp, cleaned up and then wandered the quiet streets. There was a large chateau in the center of town.
We had a drink at the local bar and got some of the history of the town. The chateau had been owned by a seigneur who was beheaded during the revolution and the chateau became the property of the town. The town had lost 20 young men in WW I and had hidden Jews during WW II. It now had 219 residents. We thanked the woman for sharing the information with us. Monday morning also dawned clear and the dew on the tent had to dry before we packed up. The morning was calm and warm and we had a steady but manageable climb the first 18 kilometers. We stopped for lunch at the Col de Macuegne and looked back.
There were some Dutch cyclists who invited us to join them at the picnic table with the view. About 15 minutes later we were joined by some German cyclists. We talked about touring, the route ahead and gear. They were doing local rides out from local towns. We got contact information from the Germans, Brigitte and Hans who want us to visit them in the summer apartment they have in Etienne, which is just off our route south of Avignon. We had entered Provence in the morning and the multitude of lavender fields increased as the day went on.
Similar to Sunday our route went through another grand gorge, the Gorges de la Nesque.
We finished the day at the small town of Villes-Sur-Auzon. We rode to the town center following signs for the municipal camping, however on one corner of the town place (French for plaza, piazza, square) we spied a sign for chambres. We inquired and the price was right so we took a room in the charming bed & breakfast. After settling in we went to the cafe on the place and watched as other cyclists cooled themselves at the town fountain as they rode through. Next we're off to Avignon!