I’ve just cycled out to the Ars end of Loix in order to see the Loix end of Ars, so to speak.
Geographically speaking, the Loix end of Ars is also of course the arse end of Ars, and you don’t need tracing paper to prove it, not even Bronco or Izal Medicated tracing paper, each as indispensable as a good crayon to the aspiring geographer.
Loix, Ars & Les Portes
A lovely recent cycle ride around the western half of the Île de Ré, through vineyards laden with intoxicating promise, past wild flower meadows, across causeways traversing salt flats and along seaside pistes frequented by a multitude of sea birds, avocet, oyster-catcher, herring gull, hoopoe, stilt, egret, swan, sacred ibis, and let’s not forget the humble coot crossing the road with incongruous gaucherie.
Hollyhocks, bicycles and proximity to the sea are the essence of the Île de Ré, albeit in a platitudinous nutshell.