My fourth visit to Paris since this blog started with the first – and finally one from which I got a reasonable amount of drawings!
France
Living inside a story
Some time around 2010, give or take a year, I was on one of these family holidays with all the uncles around. Some treasure unearthed from grandpa’s eclectic bookshelf made the rounds. Someone had randomly taken the book out and after a few pages started reading a bunch of memorable passages out loud to the […]
Ad break – Visit France! Visit Switzerland!
We’re awfully sorry for writing less and less; this affliction comes naturally with having just too much to cycle and to look at and too many people to talk to and drinks to down. You people keep asking us about precisely the spots we haven’t covered in detail, so here’s a quick recap of what […]
More pictures than in the Kunstmuseum Bern
Because you will be dissapointed by the Kunstmuseum in Bern, we prepared something for you. A Gallery of a bike trip. Click and enjoy. PS: Luca, thank you for the Absinthe!
Finding Pontarlier
We arrive unusually early, Jorge is even faster than us sometimes, and I don’t eat everything I see. What is wrong with this place? Is it the green substances?
Missive from the midway
Fancy lunch – tuna and wiener sausages on, for lack of baguette, crumbly biscuits – in the vast emptiness between Châtillon and Dijon. Appropriately, the closest village is named “Salives”. Nothing says “bike trip” like absurd last meals before insurmountable climbs of (censored, so as not to frighten my companions) metres. Imagine, a landslide would […]
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 […]
When you just partially understand
Welcome to France. The land that made Caesar’s career, the country that gave us Charlemagne, a place where you cannot name your pig Napoleon. A country famous for its wine, its cheese, and its general sophistication. A country where if I listen to something I partially understand ‑which happens very often‑, I automatically consider it […]
The Plan that we are going to disregard
Once upon a time there were three guys who wanted to cycle somewhere. Nay, better: Let’s start a year earlier. Once upon a time, there were two guys who wanted to cycle somewhere. I – living in cyclist’s Eden, the Münsterland region – would have taken any destination; alas, I lacked a bike-affine travelmate for […]