Not for a couple of decades has the Tour de France gone through Burgundy. This year, it happened on Friday the Thirteenth. We watch and wait, glasses of white wine from these very vineyards in hand.
Burgundy's grand cru Montrachet vineyards span the two villages, no more than a couple of hundred yards of vines, well under a minute's ride along the gentle slope. The leader as he zooms along the old N6 between the villages of Puligny and Chassagne was an Englishman who would finish the day in last place; the peloton follows about eight minutes later.
Meantime, the doping scandals continue. One rider after another, one team after another, dropping like flies ...
Posted by Ronald Holden at July 24, 2007 10:26 AM