Another perfect day for a bike tour enfolds on Île de Ré. Today, Prince Harry (the currently unfolded foldable bicycle) aims for the far end of the island: Les Portes-en-Ré.
Road signs, cafés, shops or any other trace of civilized diversion is rare in the north-east. Still, the typical white houses and small alleys are pretty despite all boredom.
The beaches are deserted and the culinary possibilities limited. I regard an hour in Les Portes-en-Ré sufficient time for a coffee and the search for the cycling path back. Once found, I head home. I assume that in high season an almost lost place like this will work as refuge, tempting only a handful of birdwatchers when other villages burst with tourists.
Travelhector 
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