Sunday
I was lucky enough to live in Paris for a few years when I was in my early 20s (To study? To work? No, to smoke Gauloises and look romantic) so with a few hours off the feverish Olympic schedule I decide to go for a bike ride through the city. What a delight to explore Paris’s vast network of cycle paths, most of them separated from the car traffic. Sadly, the competitors in the women’s road race have also had the same idea, which has completely blocked off large swathes of the city. At the demand of a muscular police officer wearing a natty hat (they all wear natty hats) I dismount.
