Hi, rye

Bike, meet river.
ST500 + Mississippi: to Minneapolis we go!

A good, long(ish) bike ride isn’t necessarily an excuse for decadence. But darn if sitting at a café wearing bike shorts and daintily digging into pastry with a fork isn’t something heavenly. Now and then.

The “Royal” at Chez Arnaud was acceptable, but not as good as the Royale from Louisville’s Ghylsain, though the latter had the benefit of being situated in a vacation. Continue reading “Hi, rye”