Dunkirk was worth the effort

         After evening beer, wine, delicious dinner and great male bonding with a fellow cyclist, I slept like the dead. Got up to an empty house with the standard continental breakfast prepared for me.  Locked onto the pedals at 8:35 and headed for Dunkirk.  One footnote, Bailleul, the town I stayed in last night was 95% destroyed by the end of WWI.  You won't know it was a completely new town.  They copied another French city