older possibly wiser

Tuesday 2nd May: Lourmarin We've settled into this warm and sunny campsite and the cafe culture in town. I have an uncomfortable night and but it down to the pastis apèritif, wine and rich food of the previous two evenings or an overload of pollen from yesterday's ride. I opt for a proper rest day and wave Richard off on a gravel ridge ride he's been wanting to do. I take my time over gentle yoga and pottering. I have a nap, then feeling better, sit and write a bit and by 5 o'clock we're both ready for a gentle pootle around the lanes surrounding Lourmarin.  Albert Camus made this place is home, sponsored the local football club and was a regular visitor to one of the local bars.  Until his untimely death, he was referred to in the bar as Monsieur Terrace, to retain his anonymity as literary minded tourist came to find him. Its a perfect evening to explore this fascinating place, the more you look the more you find.  We rode through in 2019 and got caught in a torre