Dampierre to Besançon

The day began like any other. No, better than that. It began brimming with optimism and ended in despair.

Fortified with coffee, I walked out from the mirage hotel in Dampierre into the dark, readied with my red and white bicycle lamps to construct a wobbly-looking bike in the unlikely event of encountering traffic. Shortly thereafter, light returning, the miracle of dawn and the freshness of a new day.

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