Ngā Tapuwae kahu huruhuru Māori feather cloak in recognition of his exemplary conduct and contribution to the NZDF. (Click on collage to enlarge.)
here to see it. In that post I showed a photo of my granddad and me in Vaison. I returned as a teenager and stayed in my grandparents' friends' farm in Vaison, near lavender fields, for monthly vacations.
here to read it. I still have many pictures of Nice and need to write another post in the future. But let's get back to the Tour. Because of fierce winds, with gusts measuring 104 kph, it was decided that this stage would finish at Chalet Reynard, a ski resort restaurant, about 9.5 km (approx 6 miles) from the top. So far the cyclists had had a good run, although the wind, called "le Mistral" was blowing hard.
Addendum - Friday 15 July, 2016. Yesterday evening after finishing the above post I went downstairs and saw the end of the news on TV. My husband had been watching but because of his Alzheimer had not understood what had happened in France. I was stunned by the horror of the tragedy: a massacre of happy families with children and tourists on the 14 of July enjoying the fireworks in our lovely city of Nice - truly a city for joie de vivre. The Promenade des Anglais (The English Walk) is beautiful and a destination for happiness, not despair. The truck, without its lights on, zigzagged on the Promenade for over a mile mowing adults, children and babies - he killed at least 84, including 10 children, and there are over 200 in hospitals including 52 critically injured. A hero jumped in the cab and seized the driver's revolver. This hero saved many lives by stopping the truck on its murderous route. The police was able then to shoot the terrorist down. I did not feel like going back up to the computer last night and publish my happy post about Bastille Day. Now I added a sad cartoon by Plantu to my heading picture. What can I say? I just have intense grief. How many more cities and countries can we keep adding to - je suis Charlie, je suis Paris, je suis Beyrouth, je suis Bamako, je suis Bruxelles, je suis Orlando, je suis Bagdad, je suis Bangladesh, je suis Istanbul and now je suis Nice? Je suis infiniment triste (I am infinitely sad.)