In Paris, the gentleman should cycle with his hands removed from the handlebars. This technique better allows me to puff on my Gauloises and to hold my thin Rimbauld volume, which I recite to the many elegant ladies of the Seine as I pedal past.
I’m wearing pretty much exactly what I was wearing yesterday, except my trousers are Tommy Hilfiger and my shirt is Jaeger. In Paris it is good to travel light. And smell of masculine dirt.
Joe, where’s the trench from?
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Mate?
You’re lucky your trench belt didn’t get caught in the spokes while you free-handed your ride. You and the missus look fab, today.
Sorry Joe, but the mandals need to be taken out and shot.
I love these shoes. You look awesome, Joe.