Yesterday

The park where the velodrome is located seems big and crossed by every kind of path, trail, route, road. Classic French layout. The maps are merely references, seeming not meant to do anything buy guide you toward your own discoveries. We crossed the park several times not realizing how small it really is. Of course, we found what I believe is the only 1970s structure that I have seen that I feel really works - the racecourse. I had never seen 70s horse stables!

But how do you record what reaches into your soul and touches you in ways you did not know were possible? I was thrilled to see blocks-long rements of a farmer's market, being cleaned up. How can you explain that? I'm Dale, I guess, and that is what it is. Imagine how excited I would be to see the actual market set up? hehehe. The guard at the Chateau Vincennes came out as I stood, in my cycling clothes, looking into the courtyard from the gate. "Tour de France! Champes Elysees!" he exclaimed, with a huge smile on his face. He opened the gate for us rather then make us walk thru the narrow entrance. So many small courtesies we receive! Christopher, our waiter, saying, "No, that is just white cheese and red fruits! Here, select this!"