It’s busy down here right now. The radio informed me yesterday that there were 900 km of traffic jams on France’s highways – much of it in Le Sud. Today I stayed clear of the A9 and drove north to the one place I knew I could trust to be calm – The Cévennes. The only way I could tell it was the peak of tourist season was a few ‘Bs’ and ‘NLs’ on the occasional licence plate that passed me, plus an old naked German man by the river (this is a guess, but an educated one, I think…they just love to get their kit off).
Most of the time, though, it looked something like this.