Our first morning in France!
A fresh start welcomes a new improved lifestyle!
Paul- “We should start running when we get to France baby, I am brining my trainers.”
Hanna- “But I do run already and I don’t think I ever stopped?”
Paul- “Eh yeah well”
Hanna- “But I am happy for you to start running too! Then we can run together.”
So here we are, in the Le foret de Versaille running together.
How great are we!
After not too long my (Hanna’s) Ignored cold makes it self reminded and I decide that it is probably better to walk around than suffocate from my own euwy gue.
Paul slows down too and we start walking back to the M-home.
After twenty two “I think this must be the right way” we agree that we are lost.
We meet a old man who ask us for the lake or “se pool” as he calls it and we tell him we haven’t seen any lake.
We then ask him for the directions to town and he laughs out loud before he ask us what town? “sthis is sa very large foret! sit could be four sdifferent town!” He laughs again and shakes his head.
I think all of us can imagine what he was thinking.
This makes us realize just how big this forest is but after a long hill climbing session and a few turns we find ourselves on a road we recognize.
All though very far from home!
After the rather exhausting morning we take the motorbike in to Paris. Thank god for motorbikes! The capital of never ending queues is no match for the BMW.
We have lunch in the shade by the Eiffel Tower and Paul cracks the brilliant idea of following tourist busses. That takes us to the beautiful Cathedral Notre Dame.
Even better is that it takes us to a piano bar-boat with a great view of the master piece where we can take in all that culture and history while sipping cold beer and rosé!
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