D9 Paris to Fontainebleu

Spent the morning doing the essentials (buying maps and spectacles !)and considered popping into the louvre but I must say the journey is still all consuming and there is a deadline involving meeting my wife susannah in Orleans on Wednesday evening so decide museum browsing will have to await my next trip.to.Paris (not long Greg!).
So I picked up the Seine route and had a fiery P smooth exit apart from an unfortunate cleat incident. As those.who have tried cycling in cleats will attest one typically has three falls before fully mastering them. I had previously had one on the Thorn in my home street thankfully unwitnessed. So this my second was at traffic lights central Paris when concentrating on traffic flow I lost the balance of the bike and as it toppled over i went with it into the gutter. I'm this occasion it was witnessed by the uber cool.French cyclist beside me.I'm full.kit on the top.end racer. The disdain with which he looked down on me reminds that paris.snobbery isn't dead. But the charming (tres jolie) young woman who served me.in the opticians nailed the mood when I congratulated her on the nights victory and the mood in France seemingly much more 'up' than in UK with the words 'yes, now it's our turn'! Indeed, it all feels like 1997 in UK here remember Blair just in, Britpop ascendant all.was cool! What happened??!!
Anyway enough musings as I await my lunch.
The negotiation of the route southeast ounce O left the  Seine was a little tedious in parts but things picked up as I hoped on heading into the forest of Fontainebleu. I had my eye on a couple of trails through the forest as possible wild camping territory and so it proved. Having prepared with dinner purchases (bread,cheese,nuts vin rose) I cycled past a pizza oven place in a roadside barn which was too good to pass. So laden with food i entered the forest and sure enough found my forest camping place.

I LOVE my Hubba one man tent. As you can see in settled weather (not a drop of rain since I started - can't last!)you can leave off the fly which leaves you cocooned in an insect proof space open to the air and stars. Indeed as I fell asleep I could see my lucky star (Ref retirement speech) shining down on me. Mind you at 4am as I woke to the sound.of approaching footsteps i wasn't so sure about " lucky ' mormoree foolhardy star. As my suddenly adrenaline surging brain computed the various possibilities a giveaway snuggling sound followed by grunt pointed towards wild.boar. Now you are lying in a flimsy structure at good and tusk level what do you do next?
Our book 'Travel health for your child abroad' hadn't covered this one! Well after shitting myself I just lay quiet and decided against the torch and noise option as he seemed pretty happy snuggling around. At this point I regretted leaving half a pizza on a log for breakfast (I learnt in the Adirondacks to always hang your food in bear country but this is 50km from Paris for chrissakes). Well.clearly I survived and the boat wandered on and the trophy pizza was enjoyed an route the following morning!

Ps here's  Macron milking it in le monde