Cycling through Paris – Mon Dieu!

From the Avenue Verte Cycling Trail, we made our way to Clamart, a suburb of Paris and the location of the “villa” that my father rented while he was stationed with MAAG in Paris. I recognized the house at once but was unable to reach anyone inside. It did appear empty and unused but at least it was still there.  We continued to the main street of the little town of Clamart and I visited the stationery store and the grocer, under different ownership, bien sur, but still there.

Cycling into Clamart
Cycling into Clamart
The "villa" my father rented in Clamart during the 1950's
The “villa” my father rented in Clamart during the 1950’s
Epicerie in Clamart - the grocery store
Epicerie in Clamart – the grocery store
Stationery store in Clamart
Stationery store in Clamart

From Clamart we cycled into Paris on muti-laned boulevards and avenues in crazy French traffic. We lucked out as we met up with a group of about 12 British gentlemen all in the same color jersey who had just finished a cycle tour of France and were headed to the same train station as us. We joined the “pack” and arrived safely at the Gare de L’Est, narrowly missing being hit by two impatient French drivers.

Crazy traffic
Crazy traffic

After our death-defying ride through Paris to the Gare de L’Est, we secured train tickets to take us and our bikes to Garmisch… 7 trains and an overnight stop in Strasbourg and we finally made it to Garmisch…