So here we are in Bar sur Aube. There is a swimming pool but i have no energy left for that. I might manage a paddle. 300 miles done.
Another day of magnificent French landscapes and silent villages with ancient houses.
As a pilgrimage cycling is second to walking. Especially on road bikes. All my competitive instincts (deep shame) come out. Today we were creaming along at 20mph plus for much of the time. And it’s too focussed, almost obsessive. Still enjoyable though. Dijon tomorrow DV.