So there I was enjoying a lovely, proper salad Nicoise and thinking just how lovely ( I know twice) peaceful it was when suddenly I was surrounded!
I slowly looked up as I recognised the clickety clack of boot studs on a tiled floor.
Boy, they sure were vocal for a couple of cyclists.
Why weren’t they out of breath?
Chatter, chatter. No pause for breath.
I tried to gauge their average age.
No idea except they all had grey hair.
If ever there was an advert for the national sport.
Vive le Tour de Cannes 🙂