Our bikes got nicked

These things look incredibly strong

It was a perfect Friday. Any day you don't have to work is perfect. Then we rode into Nice side by side on the bike path, in the sunshine, chatting. We spent the day wandering around the shops, and then having some lunch. At 3.30 odd, we got to the bike parking, but where were our bikes? Hmm, couldn't see them anywhere, and then Marie saw our two anti theft cables lying in the gutter. That's when we realised that both our bikes aren't coming back with us. Some time during the day between 10am and 3.30pm, some a.hole took them away. They were probably happier with Marie's bike, and wouldn't know that mine's worth 3 times as much. I bet they sold them for fifty each, or less.

The tiniest bit of steel in the middle, about 5 tiny strands

Reporting to the police is easy. You fill in a form online, then they ring you to make an appointment. They give you a couple of copies to sign, one to keep, and let you know that it happens a lot, and no, they don't find stolen ones much. The thieves respray the frame, and swap the parts around, making them unrecognisable.

Apparently it's about 100 bucks odd to get GPS tracking installed. I think it's cheaper just to buy a crappy bike.

I miss my Surly! And the all day rides.

The new all terrain beast is just not the same.

Medieval festival at Biot

The whole village of Biot was transformed into the middle ages with knights, priests and even a parade of lepers, who cheerfully chatted with the tourists and onlookers. Our boys were too scared to have their photo taken with these people. The medival games were a hit though.

Time to convert religion, or raise a big army.

Holy warriors.

Junior Knights.

I tell ya folks, it's harder than it looks, it's a long way to the top

Dolceaqua

Dolceaqua

We had a long weekend. Ollie had a birthday party and after that, we drove an hour roughly. The boys love running around these towns. You don't have to worry about cars there.

At the end of the trip, Louis gave his opinion on it all a few times: Italian means nothing!

Apricale

Apricale

Louis by Louis.

Starting 2013

Louis at the park in our street

Me, Sylvie, Jean Louis and Marie

The park near the town centre of Cagnes sur Mer

Just over the border for a day trip

Same day, different view. Perinaldo, not sure?