Sing the prettiest songs.
Like Sammy “Desrae” Sanchez.
Today all the coverage is about how the Tour started in earnest last night. This is great news, and designed to reassure you, me and everyone else who has reporting issues that they have not missed all that much because tweet tweet Contador is off the pace and hep hep the Schlecks have not been sooo super fascinating and yeah yeah Cavendish has a cute top on and woot woot that’s the sound of the police.
Because we are in the Pyrenees.
I have been to the Pyrnenees, just the once and it was kind of stressful because I got totally pinned to the wall by this massive French dude called Ludovic and he tried to pash me and I was not really up for that kind of thing at the time and it kind of ruined this school camp I was on which was at the snow and maybe that’s why I am not on good terms with snow. That said, there’s no questioning that the mountain stages are where it is at for me and the Tour.
Naturally, I was asleep when it occurred, but I had a great time thinking about it.
Some things also have the kind of beauty that moves. This is probably the best kind of beauty. Because the beauty that looks good in photographs can sometimes be a let down in real life. Like the holiday brochures from places you go to with your family. Like Dreamworld. Or Sea World. Actually only Wet and Wild is as good as the brochures.
But yes, as I said: beauty that moves. These are things that look better and feel better because they are moving and kinetic and real and large and not for hanging up on walls.
eleanor j jackson 