My 9 year old daughter Caroline had the unbelievable good fortune of being in Paris for the end of the Tour de France. Needless to say I am still jealous. Thankfully, she brought me back a yellow jersey, so we are good.
Here is in her own words how she lived this moment:
Dad always talks about bikes. So in France, he talks about bikes and about the Tour de France. He even bought a bike in France. But he's too cheap to buy me one. I had to ride my great grandfather's girlbike that is too big for me. I guess it was fun anyway. But to come back to the topic of the Arrivée du Tour De France...
There were lots and lots of people on the Champs Élysées. I was on the ferris wheel just beside the Place Concorde where the racers zoom by. When I was at the top of the wheel, I could see lots of cars and trucks coming with lots of advertisements and stickers. We got off the wheel and then the riders came in... we had awsome spots and could see very well. They came in really fast. I don't know any of the riders but I know who was in the yellow jersey: Alberto Contador. I saw him really well with the rest of his team in front of him. People were shouting all around me. There were so many people that it was difficult to move around. Really cool! Why was there no BCC team?