A rainy morning of people-watching from a streetside cafe in Paris - followed by a sunny afternoon of bike racing on the "Champs."
Well - not really "racing" per se...
I'm not sure how it looked to my OTB Teamies back in "the Harbor," but from the turn-around at the Arc de Triumph it looked like a retirement gift for Lance Armstrong. The peloton soft peddled every lap - at a pace that seemed more forgiving than our Sunday morning ride back to Suzzanes for coffee and muffins and brownies and coffee and cookies...
Bob Cartwright and I could have taken those guys today - at least at the end of the circuit from which I was watching, even after we'd had coffee and muffins and brownies and coffee and cookies...
Speaking of which, did anyone see me on OLN? I was the American without a U.S. or Texas state flag blocking everyone elses photo-ops...
Anyway, it was good to see the real thing up close and personal - I didn't start the day at the front of the crowd - but the slow pace actually discouraged the "how-can-he-be-winning-if-he's-so-far-back-in-the-field" tourists from staying until the very end...
Tonight it's a night train from Paris to Munich, then on to Vienna for a few days before resuming 'a life more ordinary...'
Bis Morgan...
SPB
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