Tuesday went by in a tumultuous flurry of transportation and logistical nightmares. After having queued for an hour for the Uffizi (only to be told it would be at least another hour til we'd get in) we gave up & headed over to the Oltr'Arno for some grub. Then came: getting bikes from hotel to station, dismantling said bikes and squishing them into bags, waiting an hour for a train, train starting then stopping in another station and just sitting there for an hour or two, changing trains, getting to airport in Pisa and then waiting for easyjet to board our delayed flight. We were not-so-secretly overjoyed that we landed too late to take the RER into Paris, and so it was with a lot of enthusiasm that we convinced a taxi driver that yes he could indeed fit our bikes in his cab. And it was amazing to come into the courtyard of KR's lovely apartment to be greeted by two maudlin felines wondering who the hell we were coming in at such an hour.
The next morning wasn't much easier: get bikes ( in bags) to the gare montparnasse (thanks for checking, Dad) by metro (of course, it being the start of the month, all the Parisians were queueing for their cartes oranges)... Get on the TGV - first class, thanks to some crazy fare system that made it cheaper than anything else - arrive in Quimper, negotiate 824 roundabouts and several dual carriageways (four-lane highways) and ride 30-odd miles to Pont Aven.
The next morning wasn't much easier: get bikes ( in bags) to the gare montparnasse (thanks for checking, Dad) by metro (of course, it being the start of the month, all the Parisians were queueing for their cartes oranges)... Get on the TGV - first class, thanks to some crazy fare system that made it cheaper than anything else - arrive in Quimper, negotiate 824 roundabouts and several dual carriageways (four-lane highways) and ride 30-odd miles to Pont Aven.
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