The Tour de France in Paris, me at the Cycling Club dinner and Dave's crepe creation. Another Tour de France has come and gone faster than you can say Nibali. The wonder and majesty of the TdF thrills cycling fans every year with the speed of the athletes outdone this year only by the attrition rate. Injuries and fatigue considered "normal course" took out the big guns early but Vincenzo Nibali triumphed in Paris to the delight of fans all over the world. Dave said that the big guns like Froome and Contador were missed if only as potential runners up. Great to see French cyclists winning big. The "Wiggins whiners" will have to wait until next year. The photo taken from the TV is the best that I could do from Roquebrune Sur Argens. Then last night Dave took me to the Cycling Club dinner outside in the village. It was great but Gilbert, in the white shirt, said a joke in French about me that embarrassed the girls and made them squirm. I was very happy to go despite the teasing and I got a piece of beef. This morning Dave made a big crepe with peaches, banana, melon and raspberry topped with Greek yogourt. I ate some too and it was very good. My neighbours from Switzerland Uncle Heinz and Aunt Francoise left this morning but Uncle George and Aunt Birgit will come soon from Denmark. George will give me something like salmon maybe. I wish that the little ones were coming too but they are only a few months old and Maiken says it is too hot here. No excuse (but love) for Iben not being here though. Maybe she should have heard Gilbert's joke.