Not La vie en rose but La vie en blanc!

White bike, white leathers riding through hills of limestone bleached white by the strong sunshine, plus the ever-present distraction of white snowy mountains in the far distance, the Allos range above Barcelonnette.Bonding with my new bike.. riding out from Marseille to the fine, clear roads of the Alpes of Haut Provence. Not La vie en rose as Edith Piaf sang her words but much the same story, just the colour is white.
Hold me close and hold me fast
The magic spell you cast
This is la vie en rose ...