I’ve stopped for many things while in my car running errands. I’ve stopped for the Fremont Bridge in Seattle. I’ve stopped for traffic light outages. I’ve stopped for rubber necking. I’ve stopped for a mother duck and her ducklings. And today, I spent fifteen minutes stopped waiting for a peloton.
Me in French: Who is coming? Hollande?
Grandma: Non. Les vélos!
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I want to do that. How far were they going? Fun!
I’m not sure. I think they started in Lectoure. You can do a stage of the tour for a mild sum of money. Very hard work, but I’ve heard is good fun.