Terri and I went to Cafe Bernardo for brunch before the play. The chilaquiles were great!

Nosotros la Gente by Jerry Montoya. Terri and I both thought this was the best play we’ve seen so far at B St.

We boarded a hop-on-hop-off bus for a tour of the city.

Locals call this building “the toaster.”

The green building is called “the pencil sharpener.”

An up-close view of the Basilique Notre Dame Fournaviere, often referred to as “the wedding cake” or “upside down elephant.”

Nearby a tower to rival the Eiffel Tower in Paris. Best imagined far away, the closer you got, the less it became a rival.

Views of the city:

Also nearby, a Roman amphitheater:

Later in the afternoon, we shared a charcuterie board:

By train.

A very comfortable smooth 2-hour journey.

Our tiny but quite functional apartment was on the 6th floor above the Pub Danois (free beverage/day included). The tiny lift, which fit 2 people barely, took us to the 5th floor, then a short flight of stairs.

The location was great in Vieux Lyon. We wandered for quite a while and finally settled on a place to have a late lunch.

River Saone:

High on the hill, Basilique Notre Dame Fourviere:

and the end of this bike tour. A final look at

The only signage was on the open door, which made it hard to find yesterday.

Quite cold this morning with an unfriendly headwind.

In Agde:

Riding along the Lido de Thau, a sandy strip of land that separates a lagoon from

the Mediterranean Sea:

The view from the entrance to our hotel:

From the balcony of our room:

33 miles today!

We waited a while before leaving because of rain. By 10, we retrieved our bikes from the “garage” across the street.

We encountered a bit of light rain until mid-afternoon.

In Le Somail, an amazing bookstore with 60,000 ancient titles, kept in the locked cases.

The path became scary at times. Riding in a trough deep enough that the pedals hit the ground. So overgrown that we had to walk and duck under branches. Then put the bike to the far right and jump over a deep hole. Not fun!

Compstang ahead:

Time for lunch:

Approaching Beziers, one of the oldest cities in France, founded by the Greeks in 575 BC. Here, a few of the nine locks in a row.

Our hotel is Le Hotel Prison. Yes, a prison. We were assigned to Cell 205.

The view from our unbarred window:

44 miles today.