For the washing, you mean, or have you found another sin on my part?

You are forgiven.

Hi Leo,
Oh, how I am enjoying your journal. It recalls such memories. The only thing that has struck me as odd is that my memories are now old enough that I need a jog of the brain to recall them. That means, of course, that we have now lived in France long enough to see places for the second time and recall them with nostalgia, or something akin to that. Epinal, for example, is the town where Susan swore off andouillette. I have been a life-long aficionado of the succulent sausage, but she had never tried one. Apparently the good German settlers of South Dakota preferred their chitterlings more finely ground, whereas the Alsatian stock from which I descend takes things more as they come. Or not, but I digress.
Anyway, we had ar iced in Epinal after a long slog through the hinterlands and were just in time to see the market close, which meant lunch. A bistro near the market place was pointed out to us and we went there to find andouillette on the menu. « We’ll have two » I ordered. Sue is game for anything once, so she shrugged and we were served. It was The Worst Andouillette Ever. Greasy, with rubbery bits of pig’s intestines falling out, total disaster. And despite my obvious enjoyment of many thousands of subsequent andouillettes, she refuses to eat another morcelé. Pity, really, but more for mr in the end.
Thanks.
Cheers,
Keith

Nice Chair

Hope you do!

I do indeed know it and only the tatters of my modesty forbid my publishing a picture of me and Freddy Maertens there. I'm planning to go again if I get to visit the Ghent Six this winter.

Great story! I wish I could recommend the wonderful Centrum Ronde van Vlaanderen in Oudenaarde, Belgium, where the history of the Tour of Flanders is told - but I'm sure you know it.

Yes, always fun to see where you've been before and what others make of it. Thanks for riding along, Keith.

HI Leo,
I saw the picture of the bridge at Roquemaur and I thought, « hey, that looks familiar » and sure enough, looking back through my journals I had been there. No murals when I was there, but I did stay in a hotel in Roquemaur which was neither terrible enough nor wonderful enough for me to comment on it. I checked to see if I had been through La Voulte, and I had. I had even stopped at the tourist office, and they put me onto the hotel in Roqumaur, so I guess even when I was there they were not encouraging overnighting in their town. The via Rhona was very nice to ride on, and its a very good place to meet members of the cycling fraternity, as you have plainly told us. Great reading your journal.
Cheers,
Keith

Well, thank you, kind maid. Another page has popped up since then, too.

Well. We are delighted to have this fresh journal to devour, please carry on, but slowly, of course.