T de T: de foie gras et technologie

Our Harley rider reports...Ha! A great day's biking - bends galore, little cafes in the middle of nowhere and wonderful endless dolopps of French countryside. What more could a cultivated and devastatingly handsome Hells Angel want?

Well in the absence of anything else, the answer is foie gras, washed down with some Montbazilliac or peut-etre some Muscat, served with warm toast and lightly dressed salad. Lovely evening tonight spent at Montlucon in a brasserie with a sun that refused to set, more foie gras and the treat of France v Germany at the Hotel. 

Trouble was that, just after the French undeserved penalty making it 1-0 there was a power cut. And that was that. The match continues and a keen Frenchman in front is watching the French hang in there on his portable. Hey ho. And so to bed.

Perhaps my favourite picture of the trip. Indulge me.