Few bad things have happened to us on this trip, but leaving Paris, or at least getting bikes and ourselves to the airport, while not disastrous, was somewhat educational. And no matter how many times you fly you need the occasional reminder. *Paris bike stores are generally closed on Sunday and Monday, which makes getting a bike box for a Tuesday flight tricky. But we managed. *No matter how many times you explain to hotel staff you need a BIG car to the airpo...

Mont Saint Michel is one of those surreal things. You look at the towering 80 -metre high monastery on top of a rock coming out of the sea and think maybe it's a magic eye, illusion or perhaps the inevitable has happened and you've lost your mind. The place is sheer brilliance, settled in the 10th century, a village grew up around it by the 14th century. Back then Benedictine monks entered the monastary for life devoting eight hours a day to prayer and the rest o...

Been here all of four hours and I love the place. Sure I am freezing my arse off but what a view! Now I am waiting for the much heralded sunset, hurry up already, while WW is sitting in a creperie 'all sunsets are the same" apparently, and this from a die-hard romantic! We are at Saint-Malo primarily because we live in a building of the same name. Ignorant, maybe, but by tomorrow we will be one step closer to being 'well-travelled' and 'knowledgable'. •••...

Our bikes are wearing seatbelts! You have to marvel at the simplest of solutions in Europe. There is, afterall, an answer for everything. We are going to St. Malo and Mont St. Michel for the weekend before coming back to Paris. We are taking our bikes of course. The process has been reasonably painless albeit expensive. We bought tickets for ourselves, and it's 10€ each for the bikes. Not all trains take them but you must reserve a spot for them (so they get th...

Above the waist, below the waist. That's how Wobbly Wheels packs each pannier. It's become a defining factor of the trip and makes me laugh not least for a brief insight into the ridiculousness that sometimes possesses the man I married. I've explained my 'less is more' approach to packing, cyclewear in one bag, casual wear in another, etc. I think it's easy but maybe this too is odd and it is as much my idiosyncrasy or oddity as the above is for WW. Socks, jocks...