A cyclist
In a narrow street of Provins (a short train ride from Gare de L'Est) we found this cyclist, moving so slowly that it was a marvel he kept his bicycle upright. It was mid-morning and perhaps he had delivered the contents of those empty boxes to a market, mushrooms or berries? He was chatting with a gentlemen who was walking in the same direction, someone he knew. With a population of about 12,000, the locals all know each other.
Although it rained when we were there,
it did not dampen our enjoyment of this Medieval town.
Beyond
Provins, France
6 comments:
What a luxury to amble along at a slow pace with a nod of the head to passers by.
He probably knows his way so well he doesn't have to look where he's going!
I really like the way this is composed—and the b/w too!
Yet another in the Not-the-Tour-de-France series? I like it very much!
Nice black and white shot.
A cyclist with no cars! That's good.
Blessings and Bear hugs from l'ours brun a Canada.
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