France on the 22nd of July. Half way day

The sleep was hot and sticky and the window was open in Munster (the name was adapted from German) so a restless night. Nothing to do with the flood of memories about the ride up the pass at Bezau.....or maybe the ride down the other side with a view of Lake Konstanz sparkling in the sun....or perhaps the countryside of Switzerland by the lake, and then leading to France and the hills of Vosges, when I stayed at Munster, having ridden the day with so many bikers. It was not the Escargo for dinner, perhaps the local wine. However the day ensuing, was to go well, because I skipped breakfast and found at the top of the pass a Cafe that served blackcurrant tart and coffee. What else does one need for a perfect start to the day. But I was on a mission, Nuit St George. And I arrived as the rain fell down. While I love to go to NSG today was the last. First time I stayed in a small hotel in the town, up the stairs and the room was in the roof. The host was friendly and happy and the conversation flowed. I met a man the took photos for Landrover (and BMW) interesting people Second time he was full so I had to stay down the road. Not so much "flavour". Today the Bar is closed and the "bistro" next door is doing a big trade with the local business trade....no English spoken now, and hurry up, I have tips to make ! The joys of modern business ! So I left I ate in the square, the special of the day was Curried Chicken. Oh how the mighty have fallen. French cuisine with poorly curried chicken, oh please ! So the ran stopped I shopped for a map and returned to find Dad and two sons, one a resident basketball player in the town. What nice guys, and what a dilemma for a young man that wants to play basketball. We had a great conversation and identified all the world problems but not too many of the solutions. They were so aware and worldly about the problems we as a world population face. Of course France led the way in what I call the payback for the great world exploiters. It made Portugal Holland, Spain France and not forgetting England wealthy. Then when the "chickens" came home to roost, we are French, we are Portugese, we are English, whatever, let us in. And they did until the trickle became a flood. My observations about Germany maybe related. They were not a seagoing exploitative people and now mainly have a monoculture. If this sounds insensitive to people of some faith I do not intend it to be so. But Germany maybe avoiding the racial integration issue, just maybe. They do have a clean country, very few fine collectors and good roads. The comparison in France is interesting, poor overcrowded roads, poor drivers, and lots and lots of speed cameras. Well someone has to pay ! And it is not about safety seeing where and how they are placed, purely revenue ! But I would not miss it for quids as the saying goes. I am good. The bike is good and the rain fell while I was parked, so the omens are good. Tomorrow more hill country in the Massif. I have been ignoring France, because the "hills and passes of Switzerland" have been calling louder so lets see what the Massif brings. If it anything like rural Germany and France it will be right up my alley. About the pictures. The first. The signature of good european roads.....three. The second rain not on the plain but in Nuits S G. and the thirds a fountain, how appropriate.