There was a break in the rain so we walked to Albas the way Stephanie used to take all the time last year when we were renting the Creunier's gite and I was taking the car early to work on the house in Castelfranc. We hiked along the old railroad bed which has also become a bike path. That means you don't have to risk your life on the deathly D9 where perfectly nice French people drive like homocidal maniacs. And yes, there are fatal crashes. Our friends Clotilde and Yann couldnt get over how ridiculously cautious American drivers are, how the speed limits are incredibly slow. Of course, no self-respecting French cyclist would use a railroad bed;: that's just for the tourists. For whom likewise, numerous signs have sprouted: Partageons la route, share the road.
Well and good. But isn't it a little over the top to provide a miniature left turning lane complete with miniature bicycle stop sign?
