The Circus | The Tour outside our door.
It was a week in Nice like no other week. As the Tour came to its conclusion outside Paris for the first time in over a century, the cycling world descended on our home town for a period of revelry and racing. A celebration of everything bike, an ode to the power of pedalling fast. Unusual, almost unprecedented and certainly unforgettable.
The old port and the calm before the storm.
Yellow is the colour.
Riders from around the world, hills of home.
Runners refusing to be upstaged.
The best seats in the house and switchback heaven.
Race faces from the elite.
The crowds are out in force and everybody is looking for a hero.
Eyes front and total focus.
From admiration to exultation and standing ovation.
The man, behind the mask. Nothing else to say.
The final knockings. Gone but never to be forgotten.
