Barbara organized a meeting with Stephane, who was cycling opposite way, from Florida to Maine, with her dog. We all met at Bolton.

I started around noon, from OverAndover gift shop, through the beautiful bridge, along the of-road trail. When, later afternoon, the trail went outside of Avon, but I wanted to cycle through its center. I saw it was a tiny town. It turned out to be antic and very pretty, so I was right when left the trail.
It was a bit early for stopping, but a man was staying outside, watching how they were fixing electric cables after a car drove into the pole. I decided to try, how it would be if I stop early. What should I do, if there is nothing to do in a backyard.

Yes, I’ve got two beautiful pains in the garden. Word by word we figured out who is who. The man was a classical musician. He invited me to Starbucks (my choice, as milkshakes place was closed) to drink whatever I wanted, which I did, with a lot of creams. In the meantime he called to the owner of the house with a brief description of a sudden stranger, drinking one frappe after another. The lady, an art manager, offered me a spare bedroom.

In the morning a classical musician treated me in Bagel Chalet place, and I left for New Haven.

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