Today was a home-coming, a celebration. We had the warm Coastal air and blue skies, undulating hills, a chance to cycle the Monoco Grand Prix circuit and treated to a long, lazy Lunch on Paloma Picasso's beach.
Everything was beautiful. We rode in groups and once we hit the Riviera towns and traffic we were slowly reintroduced to the real world, having descended from the mountains and our commune in the clouds. Arriving in Cannes is always a weird one. This year I didn't want the ride to end. I love the mountains and hate the slap back to reality and the world of Advertising. I had a strong ride this year and thank you all for sponsoring me in aid of Leuka.
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