Two miles on, we learned that les Montils means The Heights. We were facing our first and only real hill. It rose from the riverbed a hundred feet in elevation within a half mile. The Sologne's last laugh. We're in France, which honors a good meal more than fitness.
Cycling is great, but walking is nice too.
And thus we completed our only French hill, our joie de vivre unabated. If you want more information about this area you can email the author or check out our Europe Insiders page .