Le Tour de France (at our stop in the small ville of Trets) begins with an assortment of caravans, parade-like floats and vendors of yellow Tour merchandise…what is that devil float for? Bert searches for a prime viewing spot. Mom and Ruby try to find a bit of cooler shade, first on the ground, then in a palm plant. and, finally, there they are! i only had time to get pics of their behinds. the fellow in yellow is not actually Lance…he's in a different shade of yellow, out of frame (how was i to know?). all smiles! back to the hotel for some pool-time.
three hours of hot anticipation for two minutes of excitment. sound familiar?
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