France, along with Germany, and many European countries for that matter, are very fond of their cyclists. As a result, there are several bike paths, routes, trails, you name it. Thanks to our lovely new friend Mark in London(mentioned in previous posts), he recommended a great trail to get to the coast, on the ferry, and pretty much back to his doorstep. After a slight wrong turn that was quickly resolved, the route through France was indeed a lovely, flat, ride. Thank you sir!
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| I could NOT get enough of the French bakeries |
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| Can't beat trails like this. |
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| seriously |
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| Our last look of the European continent before the UK |
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| Greg didn't get a picture of it, but there was a large amount of Harley riders on this boat |
We arrived at the border after dark and thankfully the campground was ok with us arriving after 10pm. The border crossing guard thought it was odd to see two yanks at the crossing and kept asking us the same questions about why we'd do this as our honeymoon. I have to admit, we were both sad and happy to be back in a country that spoke our native dialect
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