Today is Kelley’s birthday!
For breakfast, we stopped in Saint Dye for coffee and a few items from the bakery. Two caramel cakes helped celebrate the special occasion.
After a reasonable amount of cycling, we took a pit stop in Beaugency, entering a vortex of food and drink. I shouldn’t have purchased the banana split.
Leaving, we listened to a few Erasure hits while cycling to Orléans.
In the city, we quickly found the campsite, set up, cleaned up, began charging up then rode up the hill to a supermarket. I ran in just before lockup.
Hustling through the store for food, while being confronted in a foreign language to leave, can heighten the senses. I grabbed a couple of wraps, a large deli salad (which I later found was intended for a wok) and lemon drinks. Rushing the register, I knew that, if we wanted to eat in the city rather than returning to the campsite, forks were a necessity. I pleaded with the cashier for a pair, but her coworker was unable to deliver. This setback launched us on a minor mission.
The utensil was found, by Kelley, approximately twenty-five minutes later at a hamburger joint near the city center. All that was left to explore was the Wednesday evening nightlife.
After people watching in the most active after-hours street, we entered a place called Moog, on my suggestion.
In this small establishment, French locals took turns belting out karaoke and dancing to heavy beats of music I had never heard before. Our only saving grace was the projected lyrics on a wall screen. Sometimes, singers appear more confident than they should be. After swaying for awhile, we mounted the cycles bound for our tents. Quiet city cycling calmed the mind after the Moog experience.
PS - My faith in humanity has been reaffirmed. Our cell phone batteries, which were left to charge in the camp restroom, were still there when we returned.
PSS - Due to the rain, we spent a rest day exploring Orléans on Thursday, July 5. Pictures follow:
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