Of course, there has to be a hitch and it is even more frustrating, because it is entirely our own fault. We had assumed (as we assume so many things without taking the trouble to confirm them) that taking our bicycles on the train to Paris would not be a problem. Wrong. Local trains take bikes, main line ones don't. The only positive aspect in all of this is that we can now pass the information on so that future, equally unprepared pilgrims, need not make the same mistake. Anyway, we have resolved the problem by hiring a car to the Italian border and then hiring another to go on from there to France.
So now it is time for closure. We have thrown away our battered water bottles, finally given up on finding the other glove from the pair I used to have and pushed our cycling shorts down to the bottom of our panniers. The end, except for a resume from Paul on the state of our bikes, equipment and bodies after 2,000 kilometres.