July has been a strange month for weather. We've suffered through two heatwaves in a city that cannot handle heat, and yesterday we were hit with a cold spell just as strong on the other end of the temperature spectrum (from 100°F a week ago to 50°F in the wet wind). The grey skies didn't give us pause about finding a spot to watch the final stage of the Tour de France in Paris yesterday...but then those grey skies opened up, a strong, cold wind kicked in and the weather became completely miserable...just in time for the Tour de France to begin its final day in Paris.
Yesterday afternoon, we tried three different viewing spots over the course of two hours before waiting it out between Porte Maillot and the Arc de Triomphe. We were soaked and shivering, but we didn't give up. When the moment came, it was so exhilarating, watching the pack fly past us as they geared up for the lap portion of the race.
The moment they passed us, we bustled to the metro and hurried home for hot showers and dry clothes, hoping we all don't catch colds in the name of Le Tour. Hubby turned on the TV so we could watch the rest, but after about 10 minutes of watching, I couldn't stand being so close but not actually being there. I bundled up to fight the autumnal weather and rushed out again to catch whatever I could on the Champs Elysees. I made it in time for the final two laps. The sun even came out for the end of the race. Watching the Tour de France in person--what an incredible experience!
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