It was no hardship to indulge my husband’s cycling fantasy with a pilgrimage to the Tour de France. (Who needs an excuse to return to France?) But what surprised me was how deeply our 100th Tour odyssey took us inside the two-wheeling French love affair.
Originally a publicity stunt to boost newspaper sales, the notion of an endurance cycling race around France struck a chord from the get-go in 1903 (it was suspended during the two World Wars). Continue Reading