Day 33: Still in Reims

Due to the numerous (and varied) beers of last night Thomas and I agreed to sleep in, awesome. Shutters appear to be all the rage in France which is particularly dangerous for those of us who enjoy sleeping in until the light wakes us up...out of bed at 3pm. Anyway Thomas eventually decided to check if I was still alive and to suggest venturing out to find food and coffee and a bike shop. Off we went to get some pretty good pizza and a fucking excellent strawberry tart, much happier.

My cleats had taken the decision to dislike being attached to my pedals which is an annoyance and a half so Thomas took me to the local sports shop to see if we could get the situation dealt with. It is not, however, particularly easy to explain this when the person you need to understand you speaks no english and you speak no technical french. So into the shop comes the bike and following much clicking noises and dramatic reenactments the man seemed to get the picture. In the end he replaced the cleats for free, what a legend!

Coffee and a visit to another church (this time Romanesque rather than Gothic) then home for a sit and the greatest meal ever. This meal is as follows:

Tartiflette

Ingredients:

potatoes (enough to fill the dish)

shallots

bacon

comte cheese

creme fraiche

roblochon cheese

Essentially all you do is cook everything then stick it in the dish, put the roblochon on top and stick it in the oven until the cheese melts....heaven! Its greasy as fuck and Thomas was silly enough to ask me if I was "ok with greasy food", ha!

Couldn't really move afterwards to settled in for Into the Wild and beer. Good evening all round.