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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