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2026. 10. 14. 작업

난이도 & 준비물

증상

I wouldn't want to do 2 miles in a 2CV, let alone 2200. I find them utterly awful. That said, this looks like an absolutely brilliant trip for you both. Something very youthful about it. Chapeau!

처리 내용

Day 9 - Sanremo to Avignon. This was very much a 'get there' day - not greatly scenic (relatively speaking - it's still driving through Provence! Albeit on the autoroutes and main roads. 203 miles to do. Back in France. Clouds hiding the tops of the mountains. I did say the scenery was only relatively lacking...The journey of a thousand peages. The flip-up windows make some of these a bit awkward. This also feels like the journey of a million fuel stops. The 2CV always, unerringly, regardless of how or where it's driven, done mid-40s mpg, and with a 25-litre fuel tank and an idiosyncratic (and pessimistic) fuel gauge, that means a little over 200 miles between fill ups. If I was doing this sort of trek regularly I would definitely fit a long-range tank. Appropriate decoration in the service station.Entering 'red rock, dry grass and prickly pear' county towards Marseilles. A significant mileage moment. Took the lunch stop as an opportunity to finally dry our tent, towels and clothing from our rainy camping experience. Day 10 - Avignon to Vichy (230 miles)'Citron' coloured Dyane spotted in the morning. 2CV going under the famous Pont d'Avignon. A hurried shot (through a smeary fingerprint...) of an orange square-light 2CV we briefly encountered. This day I'd plotted out the route to follow the old Route Nationale 7 - what the tourist guides call 'Europe's Route 66' or the 'Route des Vacances', but which was more popularly known in the 1960s as the 'Route de la mort'. This was the pre-autoroute trunk road between Paris and the Mediterranean, and was both beloved and infamous for the epic traffic jams that occurred each summer as a large portion of the French urban population, newly mobile in their Deux Chevaux, Dauphines, Quattrelles, Quatre Pattes, Deesse, Arondes, and other majestic products of the French car industry, flocked south.Snaking through the heart of France for 1000km, in a time when regional identities and differences were much stronger than they are now,