Not that my life in France revolves around food or anything, but with the arrival of more guests in the form of Jo and Emily recently, I had to do the usual tour... market, Velo's and park. What did bring a new element to the whole thing for me however, was having the park closed early by the police due to strong winds. They proceeded to usher a couple of thousand people back out to the envitable scenic route back into town next to the river - roller bladers, pushchairs, pedestrians, toddlers, high winds, rickety Velo's and a open route straight into the river makes for exciting cycling - but great use of the bell - having not used a bell on a bike since I had my stabilisers removed, it is a whole new, yet satisfying experience... nothing like cycling silently behind pedestrians and then ringing your bell loudly. I have now realised why everyone makes
a dash for the newest bikes - nothing to do with inflated tyres or brakes that work, but for the loudest bell. Still, I should exercise caution as I am sure what goes around comes around and some pedestrian will get their own back and I will end up cycling underwater...
An update in the quest for comfy shoes... I have almost given in to the lure of Converse (I will then be truly French) as they appear to be comfortable and readily available, and have opted for an inbetween... I give you spangly, Dorothy-from-the-Wizard-of-Oz-if-they-were-red, Converse, which are nearly comfortable, and of course - Jo! (obviously not trying to detract attention away from my ridiculous facial expression...)
And now for a guess the number of windows competition..... (oh, and if anyone's interested that is a Southwards view down the Saone).
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