Off-Season Solo in the Redneck Riviera


Back to town, I parked the car and hopped on the bike, checking my watch. Happy Hour! I found a cafe serving a carafe of decent wine for the price of a glass. With a bit of good cheese, charcuterie and an arugula salad with shaved Parmesan (not everything is fried down here)– it was a sweet ending to a perfect day.

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