The pain in my knee was no better today. So I took the train from Saumur to Tours and let it heal in the meantime.
Nothing to complain about in Tours. It is a picturesque town with timber-framed medieval houses and restaurants.
The embodiment of my knee pain 
Once I made it to Tours, I tinkered with my seat height and the pain all but subsided. With a new lease on leg, I spent the day riding around Tours exploring its every site and sidestreet.
On the steps of Saint Martin’s Basilica stood a man politely asking for spare change. He thanked me for the small amount of change I’d handed him then asked about my journey. As soon as he heard my American accent he blurted: “Trump, es he insane?” I nodded.
Tours has a vegan restaurant called Tahina, which is where I stopped for lunch. I recommend it!
I don’t know whether to be upset or grateful. But before dinner last night I got my front derailleur fixed by a professional. At 4 am, I awoke to a loud whooshing noise! ‘Hm,’ I thought, ‘the person next door must have to wake up really early to shower for work…wait, not that’s not a shower.’ I slid out from under the covers and put my ear near The Green Machine. ‘Shit.’ My rear tire tube was expelling every last bit of its air.
I did the only thing I could do and went back to sleep.
Dinner then a bike ride baguette