A Rainy Day and a Bike Race

While my family was in France we witnessed a few stages of le Tour de France (which is italicized so as to be said in a heavy French accent :P).  We camped road-side for about three hours outside of the town of Moydans.  Rain came and went and it was, over-all, a dreary looking day.  But!  That did not kill the "race-goer" spirit! No, it most definitely did not.  And what, you may ask, did we do to occupy ourselves for that seemingly-never-ending wait?  We did what anyone would have done ....

We played soccer.

Well, most of us played soccer, some of us had to watch from the van and criticize her siblings' awful technique.

Nearing the arrival of the racers, the caravan came by.  The caravan a.k.a.: car after car after car that throw food, candy, hats, and many types of cheap advertisements at you at high speeds. 

It was at this point in the excitement that we all learned ...

What death by sugar means.

A moment of silence was observed for this poor victim...

Among other exciting news: Bear met Eeyore.  He didn't quite trust him enough to look at the camera, though.  That would be inviting an attack.

And, finally, the big finale!  The fantastic finish! The moment that we had all been waiting for!

... That literally lasted a minute (or less) ...

But! It was worth the experience and lots of fun! :)

~RM