In light of a global pandemic, it is a small thing. No Tour de France this July. It appears that they will try to run it in September, but no July joy!
My summers in the past decade have been filled with elite riders climbing the Alps and charging to the finish line on the Champs-Élysées. It is a tradition. I eat strawberries from my garden and tune in early mornings to le Tour.
Perhaps all these changes in rhythms and traditions will have the ultimate effect of making us appreciate them even more? I hope so!



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