Serious face is serious.
No giant cherry will get me to smile today.
Such delightful bike paths. It is amazing how close Milwaukee could be to this biking mecca. On another note, why are Minneapolis / St. Paul , Seattle, and Portland the US’s biking cities? Why not warm, nice places like Miami, Phoenix, LA. Intriguing.
The path rides along the lakes surrounding the city. They have separate biking and walking. More importantly, they have speed limits. The bike paths are for lollygaggers, not for commuters. Brilliant.
Four bike, four helmets, one tiny bike lock. Time for lunch.
Another way to ride Minneapolis. Seems so wrong, and so hilarious at the same time.
The rail right of way, well preserved and strikingly convenient. One favorite part, a bike / coffee shop on the trail.
Once you choose to participate in a sport, in this case Cyclocross, you don’t really get to take pictures of it anymore. Which is just really annoying. I will claim that’s why I didn’t finish the season in all future conversations.
Plus, racers get ouchies.
Once upon a time, fifty percent of the time I walked the path, and fifty I stumbled. As this was the way between Jimmy’s and the bars.
Watts. Where to go for all your snooty gift buying needs.
Third ward fashions. Usually an eclectic mix between MIAD students and wealthy housewives.
After France, I started looking masonry and detail everywhere I could. In general, I haven’t been very successful, so I’ll take ‘em where I can get ‘em.
Second trip this year. Once in the spring, and once in the fall. It is an impressive plot for birding.
We didn’t see the pelicans about like the first time. But, we did see some of these little guys and many, many egrets.
Swamps have reeds. Cattails, and reeds. That’s swampy.
As close as I got. Had to stand in a highway and dodge cars for this one.
Vrrrrooooommm. Man, that looks like fun.
Actually, the place across the street. Attempting a late afternoon stroll, we quickly decided to return and have dinner. I don’t think it was the nice part of town.
Newly remolded, and really cheap rooms. Awful food and bad neighborhood, but nice manager/owner. So, a winner in my book.
Do to the fact I was in France to race sailboats, I was not afforded much time to take pictures. So, here are some of the few shots from the coast.
Good old hedges. Defining property lines for centuries.
Société Nautique de la Trinité-sur-Mer, founded in 1879 during low tide. (it’s the little building on the left) Which makes it eight years younger than our own MYC.
Not the most scenic beach, but she’ll do in a pinch.
Lots of stone.
Seriously, where did they get all that stone?
Hey plant, leave that stone alone. You’re not a hedge, you’re a wall.
Please notice the size of this place. And why do they have a stone stair case to the second story window? Maybe they call it a balcony.
Not a bad looking B&B if I say so myself.
The plum room had an open tub to the room. It was quite plummy.
The sight of the greatest coffee machine ever, and the super amazing petit dejuneur.
A quick peak out the front door.
A nice, but mostly unused, spot to sit and play a game of backgammon.
Loads of natural light, and pleasant hosts. An absolute delight.