After a morning of illegal art viewing in Basel (Shoko forgot her ID at home and we clandestinely crossed into Switzerland and back) and an afternoon of TdF watching on France 2, we headed out into the Alsatian countryside for a ride.
Can you tell we aren’t in the south of France anymore?
Alsace, as you probably know, has been juggled back and forth between France and Germany over a few centuries. The area, at least to me, is undeniably German-ish, but I’m sure I could be corrected by someone who knows what they are talking about.
A couple of shots of my riding partner today.
We both decided that coming up north is a good idea in the summer, since it’s really cooking right now in Le Sud. Today was mid-twenties, which is just perfect for a little hill riding, in my books at least. A nice way to end the day and an even better way to get that bratwurst digested…