Whoops - I've kept you waiting. Sorry. Glad you're back though. So four days ago the Tour de France chose to gallop through Roujan again after a 50 year break. And what fun we had.
Two of our poor guests had to leave early on the day of the tour to avoid closed roads and traffic jams. This was particularly rotten luck since one of them had broken her foot whilst here and had the 24 hour journey back to Western Australia to do encased in plaster. Hope you got home safely John & Julia - sorry you missed Le Tour. Maybe the whole of Roujan should be protected thus:
The fun starts some two hours before the actual cyclists show up, when a cavalcade of advertising vehicles rattle past lobbing freebies at leaping spectators. Grown adults diving like Grobelaar to rob tiny children of the fourth peaked cap or a triangle of cheese. Some of the vehicles are spectacular, like this one on top of a car.
Some aren't quite what they claim to be - for instance - what's eco about driving the whole of France in a big square box on wheels?
This poor women spent her entire time trying to avoid being decapitated by overhanging trees.
Whilst this chap looked none too enamoured to be spending half of July sitting in a cup of coffee. A career in PR anyone?
Mme Mas came out onto her balcony to wave, sporting a very appropriate and fetching Nike cap.
Ali made sure we got our own bit of marketing in.
Our lovely French neighbour brought us out a plate of delicious stuff to stave off hunger (we were none too successful at catching the cheese triangles).
Nicola & Ali bought silly hats.
And eventually the cyclists came in a sweep and a whoosh. All very exciting. We shouted for them to thow us drugs, but they seemed to have kept them all for themselves. Hey ho, you can only ask.
So we all had a silly, noisy, friendly and lovely time. Wish you'd been here.
Thanks Tour de France - see you in 2058.