Collioure. A place to hide, ride and escape

Over the weekend I ran into an old friend and by chance we meandered through the conversation to discover we’d narrowly missed paths 7 months earlier in the little publicised French seaside town of Collioure. He’d cycled about 1000kms and gained 23,000 metres in altitude with a bunch of friends riding over the Pyrenees fromContinue reading “Collioure. A place to hide, ride and escape”