He is a cyclist, not a circus artist on a bicycle, a real cyclist, who travels through cities not to perform a show, the show is only a pretext. The show is certainly his job, but today it is a tool, he takes advantage of his artistic reputation to propose to the various theatre directors that interest him to come and play at their venues. And if he has chosen to come here, to this town, it is not to say goodbye to his public one last time, he hopes that he will have a long career. No, if he is here, it is because in this town, he once fell in love. Not necessarily that true love, the big one, with a capital L, that makes you dream, but rather the one that made him grow up. It may have lasted a night, or a year, but love in this town has been with him until today. And if he comes to say goodbye, it is not out of regret, or to ward off fate by returning to the place where it all happened. It is to thank her for this shared moment, which has made him a better man, and which allows him to be consequential. A tour to say thank you to his past loves, to say that growing up is a beautiful thing. And this man will arrive on a bike, a real bike, a cargo bike, towing a mini trailer, because when you see his house you understand better the man inside.