The Brompton must be oiled for the winter. Until the next year it’s going to be stored folded and greased.
21 October 2017, Marseille
“You can pick your own illusions”
For a change, I have abandoned the big US air carriers (Delta, United and American) for Norwegian. It seems a better choice if you fly like me: no bags, late in the evening, selective touch-screen menu ordering, and 30% cheaper.
The other thing is that Norwegian flies the modern Boeing 878 aircraft that keep the air pressure close to the sea level. Which means no dry nose / headache, less jet lag.
The American tails at Los Angeles. Thanks, but no thanks.
Modern wings are curvy!
This is my Norwegian Boeing 787-8. Edvard Munch on the tail. (SCREAM)
The head section looks like a red condom. But it works!
While most of the LAX airport looks like a ghetto, the international section, or the Tom Bradley Terminal, is modern and efficient.
Finally, in Paris. A short stay at the Hyatt before submerging myself into la France profonde.
A lot of my cycling activities are centered around the childhood of Jeanne d’Arc. The Meuse valley. This area of France is a topographical puzzle. The borders intertwine in strange ways, you are never sure where you are – it is Meuse of Vosges?
The most eastern province in the medieval France, where the locals were ruled by a complex vassal system where your lord was a servant of a greater Lord who in his turn would be in a relationship with another power.
Both the church and civilian branches played their roles. And the areas of their authority did not match. For example, Jeanne had to report to Toul, where the ecclesiastical court was held, as a defendant in the case that was brought against her by a man from Neufchateau, which was technically in a different “county”.
The man sued her for a broken marriage promise. In Toul, Jeanne argued her case before the judges and the charge was dismissed.
The Holy Roman Empire was just to the east (and it’s borders were always changing). France was to the west. Was Jeanne even French?