During the past six weeks I have ridden to the Mediterranean many times, sometimes directly to the south, sometimes riding first west, then turning south to the sea before returning to Montpellier.
The Mediterranean draws me, pulls me. It is a romantic notion, born of ancient history, epic stories, art and architecture, theatre, then overlaid with modern images founded in novels, movies, journals, mysteries and cookbooks. That too is overlaid with darker stories of flight, war, disaster and sadness. The sea links the lands around it into a complicated, ever-changing, modern whole.
The photos from recent rides tell only of the sea visited from the seat of a bicycle, during some pleasurable rides.
