In response to zero public demand, here’s a sort-of account of my Paris-Brest-Paris in 2019. This was my fourth PBP, but the first since 2007.
You may have read quite a few accounts of PBP 2019 by now. The normal account proceeds in an orderly fashion from soup to nuts. This, however, is more like one of those modish small-plate restaurants where dishes arrive haphazardly, at the whim of the chef. Except it’s alphabetical. It’s a small-plate restaurant serving alphabetti spaghetti, with flambéed flimflam. So take your seats for the ABC of PBP.