When my nephew, Justin, imagined biking in France, here’s what he pictured in his mind: Riding down a beautiful rural road with a baguette in the back pocket of his bike jersey. Every now and then, he’d reach back, grab the baguette and take a delicious and yeasty bite and put it back. Until there was nothing left.
I know, he’s quite the romantic.
Well, what with all the non-stop rain, Justin’s baguette scenario just hasn’t been feasible. A damp, soggy baguette is well, a damp soggy baguette, and not something you want to eat. Or keep in the back pocket of your bike jersey.
But today, finally, sun! Lots of sun. Today was the day baguette & biking dreams are made of.
“Justin, won’t it get soggy and yucky from you sweating?” I asked.
“Oh yeah, I hadn’t thought of that.”
Strange that this was my first thought. I guess I’m not quite as romantic as Justin when it comes to bread products. Then again, I’ve suffered from the curse of the back-pocket sweaty baguette/croissant syndrome.
Justin’s baguette came in a paper bag. We were set. Off we went, on a brilliant ride from Sarlat up and down lots of hills and past villages and chateaux and up to Domme. And, of course, Justin’s French baguette & biking fantasy finally came true. Here’s the video evidence … and a photo.