Besançon

Fortunately I didn’t seek out the Tour de France, it came to me in Besançon. For those of y’all who don’t follow athletes in lycra, this is the July event where 160 or so cyclists jump on a bicycle and race around France trying to finish in the shortest time possible so they can wear a yellow jersey.

When my flight from Ireland via Frankfurt arrived during the brisk Geneva evening at 7:30, I had already mentally prepared to stay the night in Switzerland and travel onto France the next day. Yet, the last train to Besançon left in an hour. Not an overabundance of time to execute an international arrival and subsequent train departure.