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06.08.01: Le Village de la Butte, rue de la Butte aux Cailles / rue des Cinq Diamants The bike trip planning was beginning to overwhelm me. Too many choices, so I thought I'd go talk to an "expert" at the French Federation of Cyclo-tourism in the 13e. Ah, but it's early August -- no one's at work, the office is closed. In fact, the whole Butte aux Cailles was about as still as a major metropolis could be. I'm sure all sorts of sordid things were happening behind the apartment walls; it's just that normally there'd be equal measures out on the street. It was decidely eerie. Better take advantage by grabbing a coffee in the village centre, at a place with a strange Québecois aura to it.
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