This day is all about rhythm. No steep climb, no border, just a route that wanders calmly through fields, woods and villages. The highest point stays low. Even so, the short hills add up: more than 240 metres of ascent, and you’ll feel it in the final stretch.
It’s the kind of day when your mind drifts. A church tower in the distance, a bench by the road, a village where nobody is out on the street. You cover some 24 kilometres without it ever being really hard work. Long, though. At the end you walk into Saclas, put your rucksack down and take your shoes off.