Turns out they are not waiting until the paving is done to open the bridge. There is now a path down the middle, between barriers while work goes on at the sides The hill is still a swathe of rough gravel and there is a new curve in familiar old road/
With the opening, traffic had flowed back onto my road and the luxurious solitary bike strip, closed to vehicles, is no more. I have to watch my mirror again sharply to keep from becoming a hood ornament on some speeding pickup truck.
We await the new railing and rejoice that our village is once again linked over Guillaume Demorest’s important little creek.