Saturday Morning Cycle

After a cheeky little visit over to a frosted up Cheeques to pick up velo #2 and after a quick natter with the old dude with no teeth who's living in him at the moment, we went on our way out into the freezing, but generously lit morning for a slam about the awakening tarmac. There was a man playing an accordion at the market on the Place du Mont Blanc so we locked up our bicycles + sauntered about the stalls seeing how many free samples we could nibble on and how many genuine French conversations we could listen into.