So today got off to a good start, the promise of rain has disappeared and even tomorrow is now looking like it may be dry. More importantly, the vital commodity in cycling touring, or my day in general, a decent cup (or two) of tea in the morning, was available at the hotel. Loose leaf, none of those teabags that some folk* use, and supplied with strainers that actually worked.
*this description has been chosen as not to be offensive to those who use teabags. The use of teabags, should not be in anyway construed as an indicator of social class, education or any other protected characteristic. The author apologises for any offence caused by comments in yesterday’s blog.
Once I’d consumed more than my fair share of pastries, it was off along the coast towards Cannes. Navigating was going to be fairly easy, as all I had to do was get to the Promenade des Anglais and head West along the cycle paths. Helpfully Nice has very good cycling infrastructure, with segregated lanes, that allow 2 way cycle traffic, through the one way system and even an underpass to get across the busy road that runs alongside the promenade.
The route along the coast took me out past the airport, towards Cagnes-sur- Mer. I was marvelling at how lovely it was and almost didn’t notice the signs and the speed limit.
Not wishing to get fined €38, I slowed down, only to be warned by a flashing red sign a minute or so later that I was doing 22km/hr. I should point out, that I was by now been passed by old ladies on their bikes, not to mention the lycra brigade who were out in force, oh and by a man on an electric skateboard.
Excitement for the day over, I pedalled ( gently ) on towards Cannes. Just outside Antibes was probably the most unattractive stretch of cycle lane you could imagine.
The beach was a mess as well, most of the beaches here are pebbled. This one was covered in driftwood. I guess the remnants of recent storms.
It gave no clue as to what was to hit me in Antibes. A walled town that was exceptionally pretty, and full of wonderful sculptures. Although, what the guys up the scaffolding were meant to be doing I don’t know, but they looked in pain !
Onwards then to Cannes, if you want to worship at the alter of consumerism, then I suppose it’s ok. Personally I didn’t, so passed through quickly then turned back towards Nice.
By the time I’d got back to the hotel, I’d ridden nearly 80km not a bad day. I should make a mention not only of the great cycle lanes in Nice but also of the council provided water stations. chilled water on tap, still or sparkling ! The UK has a long way to go.
Steady Pedals 