Rond-point du 45ème

Today we participated in that great French summer sporting event: waiting for hours on a godforsaken roundabout by an industrial estate, crowded into the only shade [see extra], to collect advertising merchandise thrown from a publicity caravan and then watch sweaty men speed past on bikes. But I wouldn't have missed it!

Unfortunately my photos of the riders as they passed were poor [see extra] since I was determined not to watch the Tour on a screen - we'll be back to doing that tomorrow!