On my ride in the Cévennes this morning I only came across a couple of water sources, which were so distinct I just had to share them here. The one of the left is a benign-looking tap that helpfully tells you the water could be dangerous to drink. The one of the right is called the Fountain of Love! How could you not fill up there?

The mountains were moody today and the trees on the higher slopes haven’t gotten the note that spring has arrived yet, but it was an otherwise superb ride on roads that I had all to myself.