You will have to excuse us. The last week was kind of over-demanding. We cycled day and night, we ate quite the minimum, we slept in the floor, in the most marvellous grass that rendered every other grass un-tent-able, we crossed the Alps, we broke personal speed records, we got a Crash Course Italian Culture, […]
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Paris, Part One: Les Jongleurs
What are a Venezuelan, a Cordovan, and a Westphalian, doing at the house of a Gaditan and a Saxon in Paryż? No, it is not ‑yet- a joke. In a small world, a relative of a friend of a relative of a friend of my mother ‑was it like that?- whom I haven’t seen in ages, […]
Enter Cyclist No. 3
Paris is a dream to cycle in. As a Münster native I’m used to rude cyclists and tough laws – here you don’t have the tough laws, so you’re free to race through one-way roads in the wrong direction, cutting off some motorbike’s way, going over red and getting some pedestrian bloke to do a […]