Friday thirteenth. Dad’s birthday. The apartment at 27 rue Jacquart is ours. And I’m on the train to Annecy, to finish off my Tour de France project. With little sleep, thanks to early Effi, and warmer clothes than ever (it‘s never been this late during my decade long three-day cycling sessions). I fixed the tour only last week, and due to early automn-ness plus severe busy-ness it’s been the last possible moment anyway to get this done. Three rather standard stages of some 200+ kilometers each with not too much vertical meters. The only unknown is the weather, although the forecast is rather encouraging. Started in 2015, I am very excited to close my loop through France within a decade (it’s year ten, with three years where I couldn’t make it: 2017, 2019, 2020).