My homeward bike journey rarely includes encountering foreigners or cyclists with style. Perhaps it should be no surprise that the first stylish foreign cyclists were a girl from Paris and one from Bordeaux. Hurrying back to Beijing’s Capital Normal University where they study Chinese, the two girls agreed to pose, warning that I must not say anything silly about French girls. Why would I? Is it silly to say I adore them?
They also alluded to a site in French that is similar to mine. There is apparently a universe of French language resources on life in Beijing that I don’t even know. It is so embarrassing.