Since we based our festivities in St Mere-Eglise (of 82nd Airborne, Red Buttons / church steeple fame :) near the American beaches we had quite a drive across the length of Normandie all week. Beautiful drive, we skirted Caen each day, even trying to visit/cross Pegasus Bridge one day but the bridge was closed due to traffic most if not all of the week.
As un-PC as it is to say on this board, I'd love to go back! Didn't get to see the museum at Caen, or spend enough time at the cemeteries above Utah & Omaha beaches. Hopefully will make it in the Fall next year....
OK, enough colour, now back to the Tour DAY France! LOL!! (w/ apologies to LK44-40 :)
Thanks for the travellogue.
Now, I want to go as well :-)
But, back to the race. Todays stage is underway.
There are two riders who are riders in an escape group a couple of minutes ahead of the peloton.
Pity about Hushovd, but sprinting cleanly (and staying on the bike) is part of the game. Last year, Hushovd arguebly won the Green Jersey in part because Boonen hit the ground, and McEwen lost points due to a dirty sprint.
Hushovd, however, is very angry with the organisers for beeing DQ'd yesterday.
Hopefully he can channel his anger into something positive, such as winning the stage :-)
Cheers.
Cyborg and I just got back from Normandie!
As the riders pass through Pont l'Eveque today, one can reflect on that town's famously flamboyant cheese, sometimes known in English as "the Stinky Bishop."
The old wing (on your left as you enter) is magnificent, perhaps the best in Normandie.
But the new wing (on your right) is a lollapalooza of politically-correct Cold War moral equivocation. It's a "must miss," unless you have a strong stomach and a low boil point.
I hope to have a long vanity on this topic next week.
If you are not "of a certain age," as they say, you may not be aware of one of the romantic movies of all time. Un Homme et une femme, (A Man and a Woman), was largely filmed in Deauville. You might find it a very nostalgic way to extend the pleasure of your visit. At the first least, you get the exquisit pleasure of an hour and a half of the companionship of Anouk Amie, a woman of both style and beauty who killed all us 60s guys who were not on acid.
OK, enough colour, now back to the Tour DAY France! LOL!! (w/ apologies to LK44-40 :) : Tu es fou!