In Nice

pd_nice, originally uploaded by pauldevall.

It was 40° and we were in Nice in full bike gear. How clever is that?

There was an element of sanity in it though. We had ridden down over the Bonette with the intentions of an afternoon on the beach, with our bike gear either locked in the bike or in the left luggage in the railway station.

As we were on the motorail from Nice to Paris that evening it all seemed pretty clear. Wrong.

Firstly the left luggage was closed due to the threat of terrorism. Secondly, there was too much to lock on the bike given the jackets, helmets and leather jeans! F*%£!