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Off to Glasgow to celebrate la Fête Nationale with our bilingual and multi-cultural niece. And what a day: food, drinks, drawing, sliding, swinging, hammocking(?), round-a-bouting, and of course some classic Tour action. I was more than glad to be watching someone else ride up the Ventoux, that does not look like a good idea at all (and that's saying nothing of the ~220km that they rode to get the bottom of it first).

Off to listen to La Marseillaise and watch the highlights now.