Distance 198.5 km Number of Steps 13,418 steps or 6.5 miles Time of Filing 3:30 AM (Daniel wrote this in our working document as “3:30 PM”, which I think should tell you something.—KEB)
We are staying at Prieuré de Las Canals outside the village of Valady in the region of France called Midi-Pyrénées and we’re getting married here tonight because oh my God it’s paradise like I think we’ve so totally died and gone to heaven and heaven is a palace in a ravine in the 17th century where the hills are alive with the sound of Monteverdi, pagan wildlife and the gurgle and burble of primeval running water. WE ARE IN AN OIL PAINTING. I’m pretty sure I can see Marie Antoinette or some other consort in big hair, pancake make-up, a bustier and a fake mole. Is it me or is France the only place in the world you can book a room for a night on the internet in a place that has it’s own medieval history outlined on a wiki page? It’s in a valley, it’s own private valley, and the valley comes with the palace or priory or whatever it is.
Photograph the start. ✓
See the race. ✓
Photograph Phil Liggett. X
BONUS!!!!!! Greg Lemond. ✓
It’s okay. It’s not great, it’s not bad. Highlights are, 1.) it’s open and does not require a password or log-in, 2.) it’s available anywhere and everywhere throughout the palace grounds, which like I said, is an entire valley. An entire valley which may or may not represent a portal into some kind of Collective Consciousness comprised of medieval works of art, especially oil paintings. So when you think about it like that… that we have wifi and can access the internet from within an oil painting, it’s actually pretty impressive.
It was a pink towel kind of day. What do I mean by that? I mean if you don’t have a pink towel to wipe sweat from your face and neck and arms, cover your neck, fashion into a French Foreign Legion hat (in combination with a baseball cap), drape across your thighs and arm while driving, soak with water and use topically to cool the surface of your skin, wipe glacé off the corners of your mouth, use as glare-proof tent when operating the menu functions of your camera, etc., you will probably suffer a heat stroke and die.
Quote of the Day
“We need to poke it, not loop it.”
-MFS Course Strategy Meeting Jargon
“We’re just like them.”
-Emiliano commenting on our tacit condonation and participation in today’s Sunflower event.
“But I’m going to look like a dick.”
-Veeral Patel commenting on Emiliano’s photo of Veeral using Moose Antler Hands to frame-up his Sunflower Patch shot in anticipation of the peloton.
“If you go by feet.”
-ASO staff being helpful and marginally ESL which is a lot more than we can say for MFS… eeeeeexcept Emiliano does speak fluent Spanish, just not French. Point is, the ASO dude’s English was adorable.
“These are the first proper sunflowers in four years.”
“Oh yeah, usually unless you’re on a Moto it’s impossible to get a Sunflower shot.”
-Jim Fryer of Brakethrough Media
“Le canard flys en nuit.”
-Daniel discussing the possible effects of crouching for extended periods of time to photograph the passing peloton in today’s conditions, hallmarks of which were 120 degree asphalt, no shade, low blood pressure, dehydration and physical exertion.
“I mean, don’t bring a flag to the edge of the race and refuse to wave it when they pass.”