LIZ SAYS: We decided to get out on our bikes after Buster's little disaster. It was the first day we felt like we could leave him alone.
I wanted to check out the Pairs Plages (every summer the city brings sand and beach huts, a pool in a barge and all the peachy beachy things and sets up a beach along a stretch of the Seine. French for beach is plage (plahjuh), just so you know.
So, we set out and find red and white caution tape and temporary barriers in our path as we head to a good place to stop for an iced tea. This bistro actually has real tea, well, most of the time. I ask the one of the 10 policemen, "Pour le Tour de France?" To my surprise, he says yes. Wow, what's the chance, I mean, I know it's in Paris and I know its today but, really, right here, right now? Cool.
Well, first there are the sponsors partying flatback trucks with massive speakers pumping up the jam as they pass by at 40 miles an hour and humorously outfitted floats and trucks and goofy cars, and on and on and on till...
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