After a last pain au chocolat, and a bit of commiserating and the gift of one of my inner tubes to a British lady who had come out to catch up with her partner and promptly had some weird tyre malfunction on a very badly maintained bike, I headed to the station. Part one of the journey was very straightforward, then I had a fairly easy ride to St Lazare - first time on a bike in Paris. The train was late leaving St Lazare and the rush to board was horrible; lots of fellow foreigners totally unable to work out which carriage they were in, and the steps up to the second floor of the train just made life very miserable really. Eventually I found my seat and was very glad of it.
Arriving in Caen, I cycled up to the port of Ouistreham against a hideous headwind and then along the D-Day beaches for a bit until I just ran out of steam - and was also regretting not putting on cycling shorts! Made my way back to Ouistreham where I've had some moules frites and Muscadet to kill time before check-in for the ferry, but have had to retreat to the ferry terminal for a bit as sitting outside the restaurant just got too chilly and there's still almost an hour before boarding.
It's been a great trip. I definitely see more European bikepacking adventures in the future.
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