Sunday we slept in....Poor Chloe was so patient waiting for anyone to get up to take her outside and once we got up we took her on a big walk around the Sunday marche (farmer's market), found some nice cheese and bread to go with our bottle of red, stopped at a cafe for coffees and lunch and met the neighboring table who have been transplants in Paris for about five years now. Nice to catch up with someone in English for a minute! While wandering about, we got to see what Kris calls the French pastime....Sunday mornings, I think the first of the month, everyone brings stuff out from their apartments, offices, houses, wherever, if they don't want it, they toss it in neat piles on the street corner or around various benches on the sidewalks. Books, area rugs, clothes, furniture....all unwanted out on the street. And people walking by go through it all and grab the things that they want and the rest of it is left for the trash trucks to pick up, and they do. This morning it was all gone like it had never been there! Back at the hotel we napped out for awhile and then rallied to get the bikes out and go for a ride! We were so focused on making sure the bikes were ready to ride that we forgot our bread, wine and cheese. Tucked Chloe into her basket and had a nice hour and half ride through the Boit (forest) behind the Chateau d'Vincennes.