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.
Riding on the vast plains of the Beauce, and its deserted villages, all victims of the rural exodus.
My only witness for the day is a butterfly leading me like a scout, zigzagging through the morning rays of the sun.
An adventure without a mechanical failure wouldn't be an adventure.
Reaching half way through my trek around Paris following the GR 11. Stopping for the night in Mantes-la-Jolie, admiring the Collegiate...
The GR 11 is a journey filled with little pleasures for those taking the time to observe its hidden treasures.
Leaving behind the fields of the plateaus for the villages along the rivers where stand the most stunning architectures.
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.
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.