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?
I tried to take another picture but the blighter moved too fast. Hence the blurring!
And then came more. Eight in total.
Chatter, chatter. No pause for breath.
Fit as fiddles. The lot of them.
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 🙂