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Antraigues ... FERRAT

This Friday, September 24 at 7:30, everyone is ready for the bike ride along the gorges of Ardeche.
It has long hesitated, time is very uncertain, but this time it's decided, let's go!

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Patatras!
During the breakfast, Rain drummed on the roof, the sky is still dark, no hope for improvement! Y
not be abandoned ...

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Change Program, we will drive to Antraigues. We barter our
required cyclos cons of rainwear and go through St Sernin, Aubenas, VALS-LES-BAINS.

Antraigues SUR volans.
Crossed by the river Volan, who just Mézilhac and joins the Ardèche VALS-LES-BAINS, this village is perched on a basalt spectacular.

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umbrella in hand, we go out on narrow streets.
On some houses, signs indicate that it is forbidden to take pictures.
Peter had warned us, the people are fed up of being "portrays" as curious animals, they are disturbed in their daily lives by swarms of tourists.

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A sign reads "Trail of the bridge."
Let's go! Please note, stones, very smooth, extremely slippery slope is fairly steep. It is a bridge
quite ordinary. It
back, you take the winding streets lined with some beautiful stone houses as in all mountain village and here we are before the church can be visited.

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Time does not improve.
Before leaving, like all good tourists that we are this morning, we must visit the grave of Jean Ferrat.

Thanks to (or because of) him that thousands of visitors descend every summer in this village, quiet until then.

A simple family vault, followed by a second mound where crowded jumble of grave markers, flowers, stones with inscriptions in honor of the poet singer.

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It's time to go if you do not want to be late for dinner, which was advanced as this afternoon, for sure, we'll do the Gorges of Ardeche cycling!

in Aubenas, plug huge, time-cons unfortunate, the usual route is blocked, an accident has just occurred.
must improvise, not all that easy these days have replaced the GPS maps in vehicles!

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We therefore change direction, but the GPS Antoine insists: "At 100 m, turn around. "
The female voice will continue for some time to tell us the opposite direction until she resigns herself to admit that it is we who decide, not her, but not!

In fact, the course was again displayed correctly on the screen, a new route has been recalculated.

A total detour of 7 km away, and we arrived on time at Lou Capitelle field.