Bonsoir! In a futile attempt to burn off a massive lunch (enormous steak tartare, frites, bottle of Brouilly, macaroons) Katie was able to finally persuade me to rent bikes. For as long as I’ve known her, Katie’s always talked about buying a bike. Guess what? It turns out she isn’t able to ride a bike. She’s pretty good with the bell though. At least she looks very elegant on the saddle. Although elegant probably isn’t the word the dozens of Parisians who threw themselves into the gutter to avoid her mal-coordinated peddling would have used.
If you want to see what a Parisian cycling pro looks like, check me out.