The bicycle looked perfect: a pretty shade of blue, with a brown leather saddle, high handlebars and a little basket that cried out for either a small dog or a baguette. Riding it was another matter.
As I set off along the seaside cycle path, the gears clunked regularly, alarmingly and without reason. But with sea salt in my nostrils, the English Channel breeze in my face and a history-soaked beach spreading to one side, I didn’t mind much. At least I wouldn’t get a speeding ticket…
Cycling has its challenges, but I hate driving. And new road rules introduced in France in 2018 – including reduced speed limits and the fact foreign drivers can now be chased for fines when they get back home –…
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