We wouldn’t make it onto the velodysée bike paths until the morning, it wasn’t busy now we had left the rush of the airport, but boy was it hot. I was shocked when we reached our first ‘ugly’ french town, I was use to the chimneys of Paris, the chateaux of the Loire and the art Deco of Nice. It didn’t occur to me that the inbetween places were made from a different mould. A town that sprawled onto the 70s and blundered on to create a strange pastiche of french, Spanish and contemporary. We stopped in a park for lunch and as I walked to catch up to Dylan I heard a strange bird “coo-coo”, I turned to see two young Frenchmen enthusiastically waving at me, ah we had arrived.