Still no latte, but this time I'm not complaining

Another dawn, another day!  We don't fly back to Luton until late Monday night, so we plan another bike ride.  And yes the cycling kit was washed overnight!

We decide to head west today, and discretion being the better part of not missing the plane, we make the journey an easy one way trip, by taking the train to Cannes and cycling back to Nice.

This is me outside Nice train station, which gives me the opportunity to retell Stuart the story of a train journey taken by my school friends Helen, Catherine and I on our European inter-railing adventure 28 years ago.

We took the overnight train from Nice to Milan and were unfortunate enough to share a carriage with an Italian man, who decided to have a selfie moment.  This was in the days before mobile phones were invented, so it is what you are thinking.  Helen threw him out the carriage before things got critical.

It really was an easy cycling day (around 25 miles), so we sit and watch the world go by in Cannes for a bit before we set off.

I even decide to go for a paddle, and can confirm that the med is far warmer in November than the North Sea is in the middle of summer.  Note the distance from which Stuart is taking the photo.  He is taking no chances of getting coerced into the water!

Eventually the bikes are calling, so we set off on what has to be on of the easiest rides I have ever undertaken.  Pancake flat (626ft climbed according to Strava), very slight tail wind, lovely blue skies and sunshine....

.... and of course more lovely scenery.

When we stop for coffee, once again there is no latte, so I order the cafe gourmand, and this is what turns up!  I'm not complaining!

Whilst cycling through adversity, monster hills, and adverse weather conditions can present its own satisfactions in managing to survive, I have to say that today's ride was one of the most pleasant excursions that I have ever undertaken.

Cycling for softies, even my bicycle averse friend Julie Mungomery couldn't fail to have loved this ride.  (And I suspect that Catty Chen might have enjoyed the coffee!)