My brioche this morning tasted like sadness. I should have known then.
44kms hilly, cold and windy rain. Nearly died of hypothermia.
Last part of our journey was ignominiously on the train. Now trying to dry my shoes in our hotel room with the hair dryer.
Best part of our day was having dinner at this restaurant, the hottest ticket in town which we luckily booked ahead last week. It’s named after the flight of the conchords song!!! Mind…blown…