One day we decided to take a bike ride from one of our overnight stops to the town of Narbone (25 km away) we had a nice day and then we were on our way back to our boat, we decided to ride along the canal. At one point 3 bodies of water came together and we could not pass. We did not know which way to go and everyone we asked answered us in French. We thought they were telling us togo over a railroad bridge? Then along came a lost winemaker Jacque - he was riding home on his new bike and did not which way to go. So we told him what we thought they were telling us in French, he said "I speak French" so he asked and sure enough we had cross a crazy bridge. Jacque was great and graciously invited us to his home. Of course we showed up a few days later and enjoyed some wine with our new friends!
18 years ago
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