So after 1 horrific train ride, I got to spend a few weeks in Paris which pretty much made up for everything because, despite cynical Sarah of yesteryear, PARIS RULES. GO PARIS.
I started/continued my now tradition of leeching off my friends. First I stayed with Alison & Ivan who had just moved to Paris. (Thanks again! You rule.) They had a flat in a beautiful building just off the canal. Their apartment, like everyone’s apartment ever, was on the 5th floor and I carried my bicycle up and down it every day.
The first thing I did in Paris, as one should, is go see the gravesite for Jim Morrison at Père Lachaise. In fact, the US embassy should really just be located here cause it was chock full of Americans, all of whom I elbowed past to get this shot, which is as close as you can get to the grave. Which I only see as more proof that Jim Morrison is not really dead.
There are some more people buried there too…
Happily I had my bicycle with me most of the time and was able to roam around the city freely without having to rely on public transportation. This photo encapsulates the best and worst things about cycling in Paris: road markings & assholes on scooters that have no respect for human life.
I spent a lot of time hanging out in Cyclofficine because everyone I knew was there and because I spend an unordinary amount of time hanging out in bike workshops. It also gave me the chance to work on my bike and help other people with theirs. Cyclofficine is a total dreamdate.
After about a week I headed towards the Oise River region to WWOOF on a garden at a place called Chateau de Sacy. As it was towards the end of the season, there wasn’t really anyone else there, just the woman who owned the house, Hermine (an ex-actress and tightrope walker!) and a lovely English woman named Vicky that was making a film about her.
It ended up being so hot that it was nearly impossible to do real work in the garden, so I would usually pick berries in the morning, take a siesta, and then work on fixing all of her old broken French bikes (see Vicky test riding below).
They also host art residencies at the chateau, so it was pretty mad inside. Not to mention huge! I think this is how it would’ve felt to be in The Sound of Music, minus the 7 siblings and a governess. And that whole Nazi thing.
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