We tuned in to the Tour de France for the first time ever today, and couldn't take our eyes off the screen. Not because this stage was riveting, but because the country is so damn beautiful. Flat streets were lined with trees. Pavements looked like they belonged. There were grassy banks on both sides. The paint on these roads seemed fresh. The roundabouts were round. And the houses, jeepers, the huts and chalets (or are those only found on mountain tops?) were right out of a fairytale. The roads were these quaint two-lane things that spoke of a different time - there's something about two-lane roads surrounded by streams and grassy landscapes. Sigh. Nothing, absolutely nothing could beat that in the 'oh take me away from Andheri' department.
And I will drive by some more axed trees on my way to work tomorrow. Joy.
I can't wait for the next stage to begin.