I struggled on and up through forests and timber mills and came across this group of old houses with this tower. It was "Propertie Privee" so I didn't get to find out what it was all about. It was probably a grain storage facility. As usual it was in the middle of the day when everyone retires for lunch, shuts their shutters and its like I'm the last person on earth. Its also annoying that when you feel like dejuner , the shops are shut. I'm smart now and get to the boulanerie early , then stick my baguaette on the pack rack. AVERY sad thing occurred just after passing here...my Chablis from Chablis fell of the back and broke.I'm in mourning..it had surveved one fall and 250 km...boo hoo.
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