First though we went to a spin class....
To describe the scene, a hot room with ceiling fans to wave the morning air around. Really easily adjusted and good quality bikes 30 or so. Big ghetto blaster and mirrors. I wear my alp d'huez t shirt little realising that the work out would be similar to that glorious mountain day.
A really tall and really fit ( as we were to establish within minutes) instructor arrives with many a bonjour and ca va. To begin we are told to take the pressure up to immovaable and then release as we are going to race up a mountain together. After a brief and intense warm up we are working it to reengineered 60's songs with heartbeat tempo,s....after 45 minutes of frantic ups and downs fasterss and slowers and a bucket of sweat we wipe down the bikes and stagger off through a shady courtyard to drink very cold drinks and remember who we are again.....great instructor Amidee would have enjoyed a chat...
Then freshened by single drops of water over our heads we emerge to sing songs to youngsters and represent down underians.
Then we are kindly taken to a market and I negotiate a new purse for our common abundance cat...the stalls are filled with artizanz and their dark interiors speak of generations of skilled hands...a cheerful and unhassled woman ensures that we take home an amulet made of bone and a very african designed tissue.
Then the day is calm again and we relax in the calm of the shaded portico that is home...
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