In a coffee shop down a side street.
Hipster student guy at the next table has a packet of Gauloise and a Zippo on the table and is reading Stephen Hawking. Rolled up jeans, loafers, no socks.
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Next table has a guy in a pink blouse with a handbag.
Next table is ladies with Dior bags, white jeans, big hair and tiny dogs.
It smells like a flower garden. Or a parfumerie. Hard to know if it’s the blooming window boxes or the clientele.
Side streets in Dublin aren’t this chic and cool and pleasant. There’s something a little bit special about Paris.
It’s the day before the Tour de France arrives and in this quiet alleyway you’d have no idea of the circus that’s about to descend.
In fact it’s already started, on our walk here this morning there was Gendarmes with machine guns slung high across their chest, arm resting nonchalantly across the stock, full body armour, hand guns in holsters, spare magazines slotted in belts alongside handcuffs stationed on every street corner.
Soldiers, guns, armoured cars and road blocks. It’s a side of the Tour that you don’t ever really get to see on TV.
Monday mornings post TdF run was mostly jogging between taking pictures. I was savagely hung over. Those of you who know me might be surprised by that, knowing that I don’t drink. But the achy head and mildly sick stomach wasn’t as a result of drinking.
It was a sugar hangover. Did you know that eating eight cakes gives you a hangover? It does. Not quite as bad as the alcohol induced ones I remember from my younger days. But an unpleasant one nonetheless. And it screws up the run you’ve planned for the next morning almost as badly.
I spent the hour finding excuses to stop and take touristy pictures “Hey Ais, stop there and I’ll take a picture of you in front of that very artistic fire hydrant”
You’d think that in a city as beautiful and interesting as Paris it’d be things like the Eiffel Tower but I needed more stops than even spectacular Paris offered.
It was a bike ride like this that had me decide that I wasn’t going to drink anymore. Feeling like shit and getting dropped on the Sunday morning ride wasn’t worth whatever small enjoyment there was in having a couple of beers. That was quite an easy choice to make though as I didn’t really like beer that much anyway.
Cake on the other hand… that’s a different story. I really like cake. I’ll try to practice some restraint and self control and see if I can limit my intake to a non-hangover inducing level.
But if I’m completely honest I’m not that confident.
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