M’off…. Brittany calling yet again…

Continued….

240 some clicks today. Lovely day to be out I. The bike.
Arrived at the Novotel La Rochelle at around 16:30. Very nice place indeed. Since captain is a member of some sort, he does get a free welcome drink, albeit the size of a thimble.

Quick, shower to wash away the sweat accumulated on my back and take a wander into town through a lovely park and past the beach front in a scorching sunshine. 23-24°c. A couple of Affligem Blondes and a meal at the marina front was had….

Space fill, for those who are into reading…

“He spoke in that elaborately choice French, in which our forefathers not only spoke but thought, and with those slow, patronising intonations peculiar to a man of importance who has grown old in court society. He went up to Anna Pavlovna, kissed her hand, presenting her with a view of his perfumed, shining bald head, and complacently settled himself on the sofa.
“First of all, tell me how you are, dear friend. Relieve a friend’s anxiety,” he said, with no change of his voice and tone, in which indifference, and even irony, was perceptible through the veil of courtesy and sympathy.
“How can one be well when one is in moral suffering? How can one help being worried in these times, if one has any feeling?” said Anna Pavlovna. “You’ll spend the whole evening with me, I hope?”
“And the fête at the English ambassador’s? To-day is Wednesday. I must put in an appearance there,” said the prince. “My daughter is coming to fetch me and take me there.”
“I thought to-day’s fête had been put off. I confess that all these festivities and fireworks are beginning to pall.”
“If they had known that it was your wish, the fête would have been put off,” said the prince, from habit, like a wound-up clock, saying things he did not even wish to be believed.
“Don’t tease me. Well, what has been decided in regard to the Novosiltsov dispatch? You know everything.”
“What is there to tell?” said the prince in a tired, listless tone. “What has been decided? It has been decided that Bonaparte has burnt his ships, and I think that we are about to burn ours.”
Prince Vassily always spoke languidly, like an actor repeating his part in an old play. Anna Pavlovna Scherer, in spite of her forty years, was on the contrary brimming over with excitement and impulsiveness. To be enthusiastic had become her pose in society, and at times even when she had, indeed, no inclination to be so, she was enthusiastic so as not to disappoint the expectations of those who knew her. The affected smile which played continually about Anna Pavlovna’s face, out of keeping as it was with her faded looks, expressed a spoilt child’s continual consciousness of a charming failing of which she had neither the wish nor the power to correct herself, which, indeed, she saw no need to correct
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…other wise I am knackered now.

Nighty night…
 
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Today I have been chilling out to The Cranberries blasting out in my Neotec 3 via Cardo Packtalk Edge

 
Probably the only evidence of Captain next to his bike in Josselin.

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Great bike that Voge DS900X. Hasn’t missed a beat on this trip once 🤪
A huge pile of Chinese “shite” for not allot of money, if I was in the market for sub 1L ADV, that be it.
 


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