(Originally posted 8 July 2007)
This weekend is the start of the Tour de France - and for the first time in its history, it started outside of France, in London.I missed it.Not because I wanted to. No, I had great ambitions to go down to Westminster Bridge and see them scream by...and I did make it to Westminster Bridge - but missed them by 10 minutes.But sometimes things work out. Because I discovered I missed it by another tourist asking a policeman...she & I got to talking, and discovered we were both here on extended business, and decided to spend the afternoon together. A very nice young woman named Amanda, living in New Jersey, but originally from Haiti (I told her about your time in Haiti, Aunt Joanne).We decided to take the ferry down to Greenwich, which takes about an hour, then wandered the village of Greenwich, straddled the Meridian - so for that brief moment, I was one foot on both the Eastern & Western hemisphere (I'll try to post a photo) - ate at a nice pub and chatted... .So, I missed Le Grand Depart, but made a new friend, which is probably a more lasting memory anyway.
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