We rented bikes today and rode around Lac d'Annecy. It was a great time until I flipped over my handlebars (literally... quite scary at the moment, but pretty cool in retrospect) while halting to a stop. It would have been fine, had the group of twelve year old boys not been there to witness it. There's nothing quite like a pack of pubescent boys making fun of you in a foriegn language. I took a grand bow and moved on. I left unscathed physically but emotionally... an entirely different story.
Tomorrow... Lyon.
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So I guess 12 year old boys are the same on both sides of the Atlantic. I'm glad only your pride was wounded.
ReplyDeleteIf you know where you're going (cities and towns, not bike riding), why don't you let your faithful blog readers know and request tips on where to go, what to see, where to eat, etc. in case any of your readers have been there before.
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