Nick's biking blog

Awoke to a fine day and the thought that it was a month since the departure from Burbage. Discovered that a bird had shat on my towel. Saw my first "Paris" sign and my first genuine beret-wearing Frenchman. A good afternoon ride through the forest around Fontainebleau, then rendez-vous with Rich who took train out to join in camping at Melun, next to Seine.