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A wonderful chain of events surrounded my trip through Provence, France this year. At a campsite in Avignon, my panniers were stolen, but luckily they were empty at the time. I packed all of my belongings (including a spare front wheel) on the back and soldiered on. In a tiny village, I stopped to take a photo of my bike outside this wonderful house.

Just as I was about to continue throught the quaint, almost unmarked village, the owner of the house invited me in. He gave me a fantastic beer, and enquired as to why I had no front panniers. After I told him the story, he dashed off to his shed, and returned with his own panniers which he bestowed unto me! With that, he waved me off, returned to his house, and I continued my day's ride through some of the best scenery of the entire trip.

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