Today we say goodbye to Grenoble and the beautiful view from our hotel window. We had to get up early, again, this morning because if they closed the roads ahead of us this time we would have a 10 mile walk to our viewing location.
This is the tour that we see on TV back home. people waving their flags at the cars, political signs, fans lined up in the streets and waiting to encourage their favorites even if it means being run over in the process.
Spirits were high and everybody joined the excitement. Barring some tragedy the winner of the general classification was already determined. The King of the Mountains might be the only overall prize still in contention. But nobody seemed to care. It was fun, it was an exhibition, it was a beautiful day.
Wayne and I celebrated by getting mirror-image Tour de France tattoos which resulted in requests from strangers to take our picture - from behind. And Jake made sure that he wasn't confused as someone who might be part of the same family.
More caravans, more laundry soap, some sausage in a bag, and racers right there, close enough to touch. What a ball!
Then our last bus trip...the one to the train station for our TGV (high-speed train) into Paris and a late arrival at Hotel Astrid - just two blocks from the Arch de Triomphe.
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