One thing sums up cycling through Milan. Bloody cobbles. More like slabs actually. Sufficient to shake Frankie’s cycle computer off. Strangely nobody managed to run it over and he was able to recover it in working order.
This blog is taking a very long time to write because it is being constantly interrupted by Francesca serving me ever more courses of fantastic food. Her risotto was way better than last nights and that wasnt bad. If I can walk at all tomorrow never mind cycle I shall be doing well.
Cycling still flat today and will be tomorrow, but that will be the last of it. Not sorry in truth because theres only so long that paddy fields can hold your interest. Still hot and likely to remain so.
