
This morning we checked out the famous antique market in Isle-sur-le-Surge. Small town, big market. Working on an inside tip, Wes secured lunch reservations at [RESTAURANT-TO-BE-NAMED-LATER], the best restaurant in town.
Appetizer.
Main course.
Dessert.Another fantastic meal, as the garden setting and prix fixe meal exceeded even our high expectations.

Sigrid and I rode with Wes and Susan, invoking comparisons to our
rides in the the Land Rovers on the Mali tour. Susan adapted the Sahara sun shade technique to the French countryside.

By the time we returned, Dwight and Lois had left for Paris. We managed one last group shot before they headed out.

Afternoon sun permitted some short but quality pool time in the afternoon, allowing a brief respite before the evening drinking binge.
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