Easy trip to Paris and then to Nantes by tgv. The plane portion made delightful by my seatmate a PhD candidate in teaching technology.

Maria Jesus, aka Chus, was an excellent source of info on culture and language as well as a future source of travel info for our Spanish adventure upcoming.

Thanks,chus, if you are reading this, for a pleasant ride and future info.

The TGV ride was a classic. Sitting across from me, I was in first class, was a grande same, full makeup, full scowl. Permanently pursed lips. She clearly did not approve of my bike attire with a florescent orange vest. Suspect my whole class presence was resented. I did say bonjour and other politeness but it seemed toake it worse. Not a word from her.

Generally the TGV was smooth and fast. Near towns it slowed to a crawl. Got to Nantes more than twenty minutes late.

This is certainly a bicycle town. Bike lanes everywhere, well marked intersections.

Dinner, finally, at a bistro across from the chateau. The son et luminere to start shortly. A warm summer night with only mild breeze. I got the last non reserved table.

Biere,les sardines, la dourade.

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