How many brothers does it take to change a flat tire?
After lunch we retired to Montfaucon for some time out of the sun. The hotel arranged for a massage therapist to come over -- one that has been doing massage therapy for pro and amateur cycling teams for over ten years. It gets no better.
For dinner we drove into Carcassonne and had a great meal in the old walled city. En route, we stopped off at the Decathlon store to pick up some additional supplies. Matt had to buy a new tire to replace the blowout, and he managed to pick up some gorgeous baby blue ones to match his bike. Matt also managed to surreptitiously insert a mesh-front jockstrap into Martin's shopping basket, who didn't notice it until he pulled it out and handed it to the cashier.
We parked several miles away from Le Cite and walked past about 273 empty parking spaces before we finally arrived at the restaurant to meet the others. It was worth the walk, as I was finally able to get a fantasic cassoulet. For dessert, Robert ordered something called "Fruit Soup", which was not as bad as it sounds.
Martin testing out the new Do Rag from Francais Des Jeus
Martin having a WTF moment at the Decathlon store
Rich, Matt, Peter and Robert at Carcassonne
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