Riding over the last hills down into the Rhone valley is not very exciting.
The day is grey, but the weather holds until I cross the Saone in Villefranche. Crossing through this town once again proves that, aside from making dark bread, the French also have to learn how to drive.
The nearer I get to Bourg-en-Bresse, the more frequently it rains. As I reach the town late, I don’t have time for sightseeing but instead pass through and set up camp in a forest at the feet of the Jura mountains.
It rains most of the night.