After 600 kilometres, 38°C, and an unreasonable number of bakeries, I finally reached the mountain in Paris. It wasn't a mountain at all. Which somehow made it perfect.
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“Baden-Baden is the kind of town where even your bicycle starts feeling underdressed and your Leica suddenly develops expensive taste.”
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A 19.5-kilometer bike ride in Freiburg turns out to be less about cycling and more about moving gracefully from one coffee break to the next, with occasional pedaling to justify the narrative.
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Planned a short ride—ended up forgetting where ‘home’ was.
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