A Bayeux Breakfast.

I was over in France recently with my business partner, James.

We’d been looking at various bits of WWII history and enjoying a few glasses of wine and good meals along the way. After one rather memorable Saturday evening, we just about managed to surface and shamble into Bayeux. Good job we did.

Just at the end of the Rue des Bouchers is a little square. There’s a café. And the chap who owns the café is a classic bike fan – big style. So much so that he happily holds the weekly meetings of the Luc-sur-Mer Classic Bike Club at his café.

I love serendipity.

So, we sorted ourselves out with croissants from the boulangerie, several cups of café from the café and watched the local classic bike fraternité stand around, look at each other’s bikes and talk bollocks. Just like being at home. But with better coffee. And sunshine. And, it seemed, rather less pretence.


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