Almost every summer since I moved to the South of France, I have gone to watch the Tour de France.
A typical 'Tour day', involves driving to some isolated spot between the Alps and the Pyrenees,; getting there 3-4 hours before the race arrives; setting up a picnic table -- and then sharing your food and drink with your neighbours; waiting for the Tour's promotional caravan to pass, and collect as many 'souvenirs' as possible; waiting some more, and then, as the race gets nearer come the helicopters, the motor-cyclist journalists, the team cars, the police outriders, and then....the Tour de France!
The actual passage of the riders sometimes only takes 40 seconds.
And then, more team cars, more motor bikes, more police, and last of all the white van that collects any riders who have dropped out.
Then you wait for a while, pack everything up, and when the roads are open again, go home.
Here's a Great Big Collage celebrating the Tour -- black and white photos from the Tour between 1925 and 1970, and colour photos by me.
PS I cycle every morning between 06.30 and 07.30. Anyone want to join me?
Copyright is mine, of course. But a word of thanks to USPS, for bringing me lots of mail art from the US (but not for the Lance Armstrong years)