Something about us on bikes just feels right.
One of first dates was spent behind the handlebars, racing down a bus tunnel with bellies full of froyo. We biked our way through Vernon to Giverny, up to Monet’s gardens and back again. We pedaled along train tracks to a rusty old bridge in East Providence, and crossed a bridge over the Seine to meet a whirring train headed for Paris.
Of course, if we’re not biking, please find us brunching. Oh, pretty please.
Savory crêpes, sweet pancakes, miso fettuccini, we’ve brunched it all. No discrimination. Many a pilgrimmage in Paris led to golden eggs and spicy avocado toast.
So a Monday dedicated to biking from Barrington to Bristol for brunch? Bliss.