Did you ever think that blogging is just a grown-up version of "Show and Tell?" I used to LOVE "Show & Tell" at school; I loved when it was my turn. It's my turn again!
I've already written about how much we love the Tour de France here. When we were on our vacation last summer, David had high hopes of watching part of the Tour de France, in person.
When I say "high hopes," that actually means expectations, and willpower like a Trojan Horse. We heard about this frequently, as soon as we crossed the border from Italy into France.
The "Grand Depart" was in Monaco.
We learned that the tour was going to pass right near our accomodations, through several small towns. We bought sandwiches made on baguettes, a bottle of wine and a lot of water, and drove to a parking area in a small town. We followed the locals as they began to assemble on the side of the two-lane road. Finding a good spot under the plane trees, we started our picnic, and then, the parade of vehicles and sponsors began. They threw samples and fun things at us: key chains, hats, backpacks, packages of cookies and sausages (!). It was like a small-town, big event party. We LOVED it.
Then the police motorcycles and press motorcycles came by, and the excitement became palpable.
First, there was a breakaway group.
Then, the peloton started to appear.
Then some of our favorite cyclists whizzed RIGHT PAST US, so close that we could have grabbed their handlbars (not that we would dream of doing that, but they were that close)!
It was a fabulous, non-crowded, very French experience, and one that all of us will treasure. Here's a little slideshow so you can see how it was.