Metro to train--train to Vernon--bike rental--bike to Girveny! There was certainly something special about biking through the countryside of Normandy. Although Monet's poor water lilies are somewhat pathetic this time of year, the gardens were spectacular. The air was think with the smell of hyacinths and the entire area was carpeted with tulips, daffodils, and pansies. Without a doubt everything is strategically placed for maximum reflection--Claude would be proud😄
The afternoon was spent biking the historic trail in Vernon. This medieval town was strategic in the WWII liberation of France. Of course no day trip is complete unless you finish sipping une petite San Pelle down by the river (we've learned that if you put "une petite" in front of anything it justifies the indulgence).
Over 17 km of biking today and I'm still happy, happy, happy. Your Dad must be rubbing off on me.
You are Always in My Prayers. Love Mom.