Jet lagged. Figure a 50km ride from Geneva to Thonon-les-Bains with Geoff might help me sleep better.
A beautiful spring day. We meander without a map around the southern parts of the lake, through French medieval villages, green fields dotted with red poppies and lush think forests.
About half way we stop for a bite to eat and discover the perfect croissant. Better than we’ve ever tasted.
From Thonon we catch the train back to the outskirts of Geneva, than make a wild dash through traffic and along bike paths back to our hotel.
A perfect start!
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