Letters from the GR 11 – Moret sur Loing
I feel like a horse smelling the stable as I reach near the end of this journey. Provins, Moret sur Loing and then Fontainebleau are the last stops for me to see.
Letters from the GR 11 – Left behind
Riding on the vast plains of the Beauce, and its deserted villages, all victims of the rural exodus.
Letters from the GR 11 – Free as a butterfly
My only witness for the day is a butterfly leading me like a scout, zigzagging through the morning rays of the sun.
Letters from the GR 11 – Flat tire
An adventure without a mechanical failure wouldn't be an adventure.
Letters from the GR 11 – Halfway
Reaching half way through my trek around Paris following the GR 11. Stopping for the night in Mantes-la-Jolie, admiring the Collegiate...
Letters from the GR 11 – Chevreuse
The GR 11 is a journey filled with little pleasures for those taking the time to observe its hidden treasures.
Letters from the GR 11 – Life by the rivers
Leaving behind the fields of the plateaus for the villages along the rivers where stand the most stunning architectures.
Letters from the GR 11 – A night in the woods
A first night in the woods while cycling the GR 11 around Paris, France, where it will take time to adapt to those new surroundings.
Letters from the GR 11 – Pain
The first day of my journey along the GR 11. A day best summarized by the word pain ! The pain in my bones, the pain of the farmers I met.