Even though Campy knew every inch of the road from town, he still kept vigil for road debris. The only light came from the stars, for Girlymann needed stealth as well as courage to do what he had to do. Taking side roads, farm roads and a bit of off road hiking with his bike over his shoulder, Campy entered France and crept down to the highway far from the border or nearby village.
The air was clean and crisp, it had snap from the cold and kept Girlymann wide awake even though it was near four in the morning. He was sure no one saw him for the entire route. And as he rode to the Noir Chat Cafe, he decided to wait outside of the town, near a brook hidden from the road, until the town awoke and people went about their business.
It was quiet for a while before delivery trucks, laden with fresh produce, rumbled toward town. And once the sun came over the horizon, Campy stretched out next to the creek. Once finished with his morning exercises, he stripped and entered the creek feeling the delicious cold chill of the creek. Once dry, he put on his bike clothes and helmet, waited for a break in the traffic before he left the side of the creek and mounted his bike at road side.
He entered the city along with other cyclists, most wearing street clothes to work in the shops of the city. He smiled at a few that had smiled at him and took his time getting to the Cafe. When he did, he popped his head in, saw Pierre and asked, "Say mate, know where I can stash me bike?"
Pierre looked up from serving coffee and said he could place it near the door, his bike would be safe.
"Thanks mate." Campy said and saw Pierre give him a once over and then another.
When Girlymann entered, he didn't sit at the table next to the front window, but at a stool at the bar.
Once Pierre finished an order, he walked behind the bar and asked Campy what he'd like.
"I'd like a good cuppa tea mate. Got any?"
"We do, monsieur. Would you like a breakfast tea?"
"I would and a nice pasty to go with it."
Pierre answered,"Oui monsieur," but he didn't move while he stared at Campy for a few moments. Once Girlymann saw the ends of Pierre's lips break into a smile, Campy winked and held his finger up to his own lips. Pierre understood immediately and went back to the kitchen with his orders.
Campy looked around, the touring shorts he wore felt pretty good compared to the Lycra he was use to and the comfortable, loose fitting sports shirt was a nice change from the jerseys he was use to. When his order came, he sipped at the tea and looked around, nobody paid much attention to him, they either gave him the look of 'Just Another Tourist,' and went on with their conversations. Some though, gave him a lingering look, with a demure glance at his ass and crotch. But Campy looked away, seeming uninterested in their interest.
Girlymann ate at a leisurely pace, waiting until the cafe thinned to a few before he called Pierre over.
"Oui?" Pierre asked.
"Say mate, I'm looking for a Penzance."
"If you like Monsieur, I have a very nice room in back with a view of the garden. Very private and little money."
"Sounds good mate, I'll take it."
Pierre smiled, "Oui monsieur. Please, when you're finished, take your bike around the back and I will open the garden gate."
"Thanks mate." Girlymann winked and plopped the rest of his pastry into his mouth before he washed it down with the last of his cuppa. When finished, he walked outside and to his bike taking it around the side of the cafe to a very small alley where a wooden garden gate had just creaked opened.
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