Not a day for dirt lanes or twisty mountain switchbacks. Knowing the weather forecast, I wasn’t totally sure we’d be riding at all. The randonneur’s paradox at work. After rendezvousing with Jenn in Aix, we still need to make it to Carpentras. A “sleepy little agricultural village”, Carpentras serves as home until the end of March. The streets out of Aix were wet from the over night rain, and a drizzle set in almost as soon as we departed. Aix is more of a Saturday night city than a Sunday morning one, so while the grades out of town were steep, the roads were quiet all the way to Carpentras. Though that drizzle accompanied us most of the way
