Happy Bastille Day! (Joyeux le quatorzième juillet!)
I got an odd text message this morning. I first thought it was some kind of sex advertisement, because it gave certain, ‘measurements’. It wasn’t until I went to the babelfish and realized it was someone telling me about their brand new baby. How easily my French can be way off. Congratulations to the family that texted me on the birth of ‘Héloise’.
Dude, check this out! Go to
http://www.astana-cyclingteam.com/video_gallery/video_gallery.html
and click on Inside the VERSUS Production Truck video. Although I’m not personally featured (because I’m back in videotape, and I don’t know who shot this), you can see many others I work with during the live show. Now you can stop asking me what I do.
After yet another lengthy drive, we arrived in Auxerre around 10:30pm. It’s a scenic and typical French city, with statues and cathedrals and a river running through it. In search of some decent Bastille Day partying, I met up with Leslie, Polk, and Brett, and we hit the town.
I've got to say, for Bastille Day, this town was soft. No fireworks, no crazy street parties. Maybe we were in the wrong spot, but I don’t think so. All we found were a couple of open air bars outside, and the most peculiar of Irish – French bands. Irish music, French lyrics. Weird to listen to, but it didn’t matter. Took a lot of pictures of the local architecture, and as usual got lost trying to find our way back to the hotel. “I swear you guys, this is the same cathedral we were at before…"
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