Monday, July 23, 2012

Our Tour de France

Our own Tour de France continues.

2 years today, my 70th birthday, I finished Vic's Big Walk, which had of course involved "touring" (or was it toiling?) through much of France.

Yesterday we arrived in Paris (a first time for Gay and me, despite having lived in France for 15 years) just in time to catch a glimpse of the closing minutes of the Tour de France on the Champs Elysee.

A week earlier we had witnessed these same riders whizzing through the streets of our own village in the Pyrenees. Yesterday we made a very long train journey on the famed TGV, which has been proven to be capable of a speed of 576 kilometres per hour (fortunately not while we were aboard). It was humbling to realise that these riders were now here in Paris and were still capable of racing to the line - although clearly Bradley Wiggins had no need by that stage to prove anything.

Off now to meet our guide for the day, at the famous Deux Magots cafe, which is just around the corner.

2 comments:

jan.ian said...

Ahh, suffering severe pangs of jalousie, Vic. Bradley out front, the whole tour thing, les Deux Magots, Paris itself... enjoy on our behalf please.

Did I ever tell you I had a French teacher when I was 16 who used to tell our class that she would rather be down and out in the gutters of Paris than the richest woman alive? Same teacher who let us read the French Vogue magazine in class - she sure know how to appeal to teenage girls!

jan.ian said...

Ahh, suffering severe pangs of jalousie, Vic. Bradley out front, the whole tour thing, les Deux Magots, Paris itself... enjoy on our behalf please.

Did I ever tell you I had a French teacher when I was 16 who used to tell our class that she would rather be down and out in the gutters of Paris than the richest woman alive? Same teacher who let us read the French Vogue magazine in class - she sure know how to appeal to teenage girls!