For me, it was a traffic light. Yup, a traffic light. As we came into Vallon-Pont-d'Arc, at one end of the Gorge De L'Ardeche we were about to climb up onto the town, and there was a traffic light. It's the first we've seen in more than a week. I was a little non-plussed and had to remind myself what to do.
We had been on busier roads since lunch, and as we came into the gorge the tourist traffic picked up noticeably. We will be making an early run out of the gorge in the morning, miss as much of the traffic as we can.
So, we've gone from very remote to within a 100k of Avignon and it feels really weird, and not very nice.
We've eaten 1 star and 5 star food, ham and cheese baguette and foie gras; eaten sausages sitting on top of hard earned mountain passes before long entrancing and sometimes scary downhills, and we've drunk water, sometimes up to 6 litres a day struggling in the heat to stay hydrated; we've opened and inhaled goodness knows how many small bottles of Orangina, grateful for the cold sweet sugar rush.
We've climbed countless Cols and mountains, enjoyed smooth climbs and descents and been challenged by climbs that seemed interminable in the heat of the day.
And the traffic light today reminded me we are heading back to civilisation, noise, traffic and people. But also to our families. A few days to go, I hope they to have some special moments.
Enough already, it's aperitif time :)
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