For the week I was in Paris, I rented a Cannondale road bike from Sam Weaver of Rando Cycles (5 rue Fernand Foureau, near the Metro stop Porte de Vincennes at the eastern edge of Paris). The Rando Boutique, next door, tel. 01 40 01 03 08, has an excellent selection of saddle bags and German bicycle accessories.
Sam is an affable Californian who married a lovely French biochemist. They live just a mile south of Paris in the village of Malakoff. When he told me about living in Paris I started wondering if my wife could teach math in Paris. It would be a great place for Nigel and Jacari to live. France doesn't have the horrible history of slavery and segregation that America does. The right wing in Paris hates everybody fairly equally. But my wife is fluent in Spanish, so it is more likely she could get a job in Spain.
Because I had a decent road bike, it was the off season and the weather was cold--the high temp every day was either just above or just below freezing--I could ride with the peletons in Bois de Boulogne. Every day from 10am until dark, a two-mile road around a horsing racing track in the southwest corner of the city is closed to traffic and open to bicycles. In the dozen times I have been to France, there is always somebody riding this road, rain or shine, heat or cold.
I can't wait to go back!