Today was one of those "in the right place at the right time" kind of days. Because of convenient timing and perfect placing, I got to see the Tour De France, which came flying through Montpieller, right around the corner from where I live.
We all went down there to watch the race, which involves a lot of waiting and about 30 seconds of a blur of bikes flying by, narrowly avoiding spectators toes.
Before the race starts, a caravan comes through and throws useless items into the crowd. I made off with a bottle of water and an umbrella hat.
After the caravan, people come through in cars and yell at you in French until you get off of the street, then they go around the corner and everyone gets back on the street.
Finally, the dim chopping of a helicopter signifies the coming of the bikes, and they all come at once, flying by, ducked low through the screaming and cheering of the people flooded in the streets.
They're followed by the cars with extra bikes on top and some stragglers.
It was very interesting to watch, for the second that they were there. Now all I have is an umbrella hat and some whiplash.
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