Whirled around town all day, seeing this and that including what was left of the pre-war city and the local art museum. Bicycling around town sure beats walking. At the hostel, I had a discussion with one the managers. We both agreed that there are two parts to seeing a country. One, seeing the sites and experiencing its culture. Two, meeting the people and learning their perspective on life. The overwhelming number of tourists only see the sites and basically isolate themselves from the population. Being on a bicycle solo has allowed me to have the whole experience. For example last night back at the hostel, I shared a bottle of wine with a fellow bicyclist who was bicycling like myself. His English was a heck of a lot better than my French but I still made an effort to speak his language. Hearing his take on France and the Estate Unis was interesting. No one is thrilled about Trump.
Tomorrows first train leaves at 5:40am so packed up everything ready so I will have plenty of time to ride to La gare. I pray that I make all my connection on my way to Lille, France on the border with Belgium.
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