Tournon to Annecy, France
36 Miles

I’ve hit the wall and by wall I don’t mean the cycling wall but instead a wall of people. There are people everywhere. Everywhere. Pedaling into the town of Annecy on a random Tuesday afternoon, we are hard-pressed to part the sea of bodies spread out before us. No amount of bell ringing is going to get us through; time to dismount and call it a day. Actually, call it the end of our cycling trip, as the bikes are headed down to the hotel dungeon and us up to our room to pack away the biking shorts and actually relax onto seats slightly cushier than those we’ve been saddling for the past several days.

In spite of the hordes of people here on summer holiday, this lakeside town is quite worthy. The architecture, passageways, and canals meet Gina’s standard for “super cute” and will make for a worthy day of exploration tomorrow. This time on foot without pedals or backpacks. I think that might actually meet the definition of “on holiday.”