Happy birthday Sparsh!

I rode the train to Geneva, where I was met by Sparsh. She cycles between France and Geneva each day for work, so she's a kindred spirit. Schopper carefully observes her bicycle, and approves of the same good tires.

We ride back straight towards the Haut Jura mountains "until we can't anymore". This is where I shelter from the storm.

The next day is Sparsh's birthday. So her boys Ayu and Kiran, with all the fuss that it entails, blew up balloons and 'helped' Patrice put together a surprise for mom. A joyful little family moment.

Sparsh reminds me I can't call her a kiddo anymore. 🙂Read more