My apologies to anybody who finds biking boring, but I am sure you realise by now that biking is my passion.
This time in Paris, because the days were not right to use my navigo transport pass, my intention was to use the velib, street bike system extensively.
Having registered and paid on line, I only needed to go to a velib station, place my navigo pass against the reader and register it with the two numbers I had been sent by email and the PIN number I had chosen.
From then on all I needed to do was to pass my navigo over the reader on the bike post to take out a bike.
It took a couple of days for me to overcome the teething troubles, not least of all was finding a bike, as on a sunny Sunday they tended to all be out.
I did have occasional difficulties getting the bikes out and clicking them back in, and also discovered if I ran up a bill by keeping the bike more than my allotted 45 minutes, I could not take out another bike till I had paid for it, the money was not automatically taken out of my credit card.as I assumed.
Trail and error apart, once I had GOT a bike Plane Jane and I sailed through Paris like a breeze.
On Sunday morning we cycled along the seine to watch the Parisienne run from near the Eiffel tower.
After a delicious Sunday Lunch with our friends at Chez Jenny near Republique. Planejane and I set off for an afternoon bike ride.
Along the canal St Martin and Canal d’Ourq…..actually getting lost somewhere outside the Peripherique when we tried to find a cafe for a drink.
Realising thet all the people in the streets and cafes were men,….. not a woman in sight …. we quickly cycled past for refreshments in an area where there were women.
This allowed Planejane to practise her French, to ask for the way back from a very kind man in a cafe, who actually offered to put our bikes in his vehicle and drive us back to Paris. He even rang is brother, who he obviously was so proud had gone to Oxford to translate for us!
We found our way back to the beautiful Park de Buttes Chamont, where the Parisiens were enjoying an Indian summer..
The grass is sadly brown from the recent hot sun.
14 days to Boston trip!
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Well done, Denise. Looks like you and planejane got in a good ride then some rest at the Buttes. My hotel is down the block (in 14 days!!) and I am hoping to spend some quality time relaxing in the park. It is still in the mid 90's here (? about 32C)so I'm looking forward to cooler weather in Paris.
Nancy, Buttes Chamont is my favourite park in Paris. How nice to stay in that area. I was sad that the grass was so brown, despite the wet summer.14 dyas for me also but for Boston. Isn't it exciting!
I had the same experience of realising there were no women anywhere the first time I went to Paris (around la Pigalle at night in winter). It creeped me out, and that and other things about the trip probably set me off on the wrong foot with Paris. That's so sweet about the guy and his brother though, I'd be proud too! It reminds me of the lovely couple in Istanbul (I think you maybe saw the story on my blog) who went out of their way to drive me somewhere when I was lost. You do get to meet some great people travelling!
Gwan….We were glad to be on bikes to get out of the area as quickly as possible, a couple of streets away it was completely different. The men took absolutely no notice of us at all, they were just enjoying the sunny Sunday afternoon and I am sure they would not have turned a hair if we stopped but it was a very strange feeling as you say.