With it becoming clear that unless there was a sporting disaster that Bradley Wiggins would be the first Brit to win the Tour de France I decided to take the whole family (I think it may have been Steve’s fault/idea) to see history in the making (seeing as I didn’t get any decent Olympic tickets).
An early 4am start on Saturday saw us joining many other last minute travellers travelling light with the tell-tale Union Jack flags poking out.
We managed to get a hotel room in the centre (Louvre area) so that we didn’t have to travel too far with our young children.
After the usual tourist stuff on Saturday we eventually joined the huge crowds on Sunday along the Champs d’Elysées and picked a spot under the shade of the line of Lime trees at the end of the course where the riders slow to turn 180 degrees in the shadow of the Arc de Triomphe.
The atmosphere was amazing with Brits outnumbering all other nations (we were stood by a lady from Farnham and a man from Chertsey). The Ozzies were the loudest though it must be said although reigning TdF Champion Cadel Evans has not had a good tour this year. When the riders eventually appeared for their 8 laps of the Champs d’Elysées there were huge cheers each time the stage leaders, Bradley, Mark, the Sky Team and even the Sky team car passed.
We had to leave promptly to catch the last Eurostar back so missed Wiggo’s lap of honour but it was enough to see him riding around the course as the soon to be first British Winner of the TdF.
25 July 2012