I got my wonderful new bicycle and took it out for a maiden voyage. Also, a quick trip to Carcassonne, a nice outing to a café-théâtre, and a wonderful meal at a restaurant called "the dirty brts."
I got a flat tire, and soon after noticed a broken spoke, on the peak day of the heat wave. Quite an afternoon! But it's all fixed now, and I met some wonderful people along the way.
The château that is so angry it cannot move. It cannot eat. It cannot sleep. It can just barely growl. -- Bound so tightly with tension and anger, it approaches the state of rigor mortis.
Orléans marks the high point of my trip, in that it's the furthest point north. Also, I get to install a new tire, and a new luggage rack! And, I think I've reached peak tacos.
Since I got to Geneva a week and a half earlier than I needed to, I was more or less forced to go on a bicycle tour of Switzerland. Don't you hate when that happens?
I made it up to Basel, and spent a couple of days there. A loop through Germany and a loop through France were nice, too. Now I'm ready for my week in L.A., on the way to Senegal!
