Bordeaux to Paris

Is it my conservative nature or the siren song of Paris that is stronger than the Gypsy rhythms of Spain that makes the thought of a week here so wonderful/ We can rest the cycling legs, have a myriad vego options instead of the de rigeur confit de canard and pay hommage to the great minds and hearts of histoire.

The Hotel du Parc right next to the Gare Mont 1and 2 as it appears on our tickets welcomed us home and agreed to put us up for the week and look after our bikes during our sojourn to Senegal. All for e90 odd a night. The room is bigger, the days consequently cooler and the bed comfortable. I willingly rest my head looking forward to riding the blvds in the weak sunshine and at every stop being enlightened by yet another glorious tribute  to heroines swept up by time but recalled in gold or marble or phrase or stained glass.

We spent the day en train because of the greve and met two young soldiers one of whom had connections with a Thai meditation group. How is it that Buddhists are not all vegetarian? I test all religious ethic now to determine their stance on eating their fellow creatures.....

We read on the train and are glad to simply stop for a while in order to recollect ourselves before wonderful Senegal hints of which we've encountered till now but none of which can truly prepare us for the rich tapestry of life and family that is Africa.... I'm so fufilled and intrigued to be able to return to Africa so easily and with love.

Cous cous and vegetables for dinner was perfect.