A late night/early morning journey back to Cosanostra meant a late start for everyone the next day, but everyone knew it was time to get some kilometres under our belt ...  

 Hirschi can’t walk away from an ollie, no matter how long it may be or how shite the run up is.  

 After politely approaching each shop keeper we managed to wangle a frantic session !

 Day 2 began with a sky still full of drizzle and an eager, albeit hung over ...  

Day one, we met at Cosa Nostra in the suburbs of Paris where the sun beat down and concrete got pummeled. High spirits and fresh legs meant everyone was itching to go.