From Soissons I cycled to somewhere close to Meaux. Along the way I passed through the village where Jean Racine was born. He was the author of plays I’ve never even heard of, but according to Wikipedia, he is very important still.
Most remarkable, however, was the fact that I hardly took a wrong turn that day.
It’s hunting season, so I have to be careful not to look like a pheasant.
That’s why I wear my new helmet! I bought it at a Decathlon store for 30 euros. They wouldn’t say it was bulletproof…
When I broke up from Meaux in the morning, it rained. It was a new experience to break everything up in a constant drizzle, but in the end I cycled away in my raingear and all my stuff more or less dry. Luckily it soon stopped raining. It was a bit difficult to find my way, but eventually I carried my bike down to a path along the Canal de l’Ourcq, where I stubbornly ignored the signs that said it was forbidden for cyclists. From Meaux to Paris wasn’t far, but the last bit was through the heart of Paris. I even cycled a bit arond the Arc de Triomphe.
Not a great photo, but at least I made it to Paris.