Annecy has a bike rental service called Vélonecy.
(The name comes from "vélo" + "Annecy", but you've probably figured that out already,
because you're clever like that!)
(The name comes from "vélo" + "Annecy", but you've probably figured that out already,
because you're clever like that!)
I had been wanting to try it out ever since we arrived in town.
Today was the day!
So off I went to the train station where the bike rental office is located,
armed with several pieces of mail to prove that I am a local resident.
(The rental rates are very reasonable if you live or study in Annecy,
or if you have a train ticket to or from the Gare d'Annecy.)
Faux ami alert! "Location" means "rental" in French. |
Aren't they cute? I love the colour. And the baskets. |
Once the correct photocopies were provided,
the necessary forms were filled out,
& the cheque was written,
I was on my merry way.
the necessary forms were filled out,
& the cheque was written,
I was on my merry way.
I headed out of the train station, through the old town,
& straight to the bike path that runs along the lake.
It's divided into two sections, one for walkers & one for those of us à vélo.
Just like the Seawall in Vancouver!
"Shared space"... isn't that nice? |
I set out, feeling a bit wobbly. It had been ages since I'd been on a two-wheeler.
But it really is true that you never forget how to ride a bike, isn't it?
I was zipping along like Lance Armstrong (or his much slower distant cousin) in no time.
My bike & I stopped for a breather and admired the view of the lake & the mountains.
We spent a few minutes watching these guys fishing:
Anything biting today, fellas? |
We rode along again for a while until we reached the beach at Sévrier,
a little town just down the lake from Annecy.
FQ & I had been here once, back in July & it was madness. So crowded.
Today, however, I didn't have to fight anybody off to get a prime seat under this chestnut tree.
My view looked something like this. Pas mal, non?
I sat a spell, read some of the paper, wrote a letter to a faraway friend & daydreamed.
It was lovely.
Then I went hunting for a wish rock & found this perfect specimen:
I wished that bike helmets weren't so dorky-looking.
Looks like it didn't work.
Oh well. It was a great afternoon out anyway!
Was the letter to me? Ooh, I hope so!
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