Lamoura

Waking up in Lamoura wasn't so bad. The trucks stopped going by at about 1AM but, the cows seemed to eat all night long. FYI - all the livestock here wear bells and not just some little ding ding thing but, these honking huge things. More like dong dong. I have to admit that when they are a few hundred meters (When in Rome...) they sound quite nice. Wondering wind chimes. We wander into town, only about half a kilometer away. Coffee, croissants, and some fixings for lunch and we are back to the car. The crowd grows steadily. Crews are fixing banners and barriers through town. Marketing people are handing our flags and hats. We grab a few to help shade the car, can't let our Beaune wine get ruined before it makes it back to Vermont.
At the car, there are already people camped on either side of our very small patch and the riders don't come through for another 5 hours. These are dedicated fans! A little lunch of baggettes, a selection of local cold cuts (cured meat and salami) with wine, what more do you need! This is the only day I get a nap in, could have used one everyday!

Here come the riders! Even better viewing today! They are climbing so they come by slower. Better opportunities for photos too. Of course my card reaches full capacity right when Lance rides by!! I did get to see him.