Happy 4th July!
While Americans are celebrating their independence, this illustrious date marks another important event on the calendar: the start of
Le Tour de France. Lycra-watchers of the world, unite and rejoice! The rest of us will avert our eyes at the appropriate moments.
This rider has his priorities in the right place.
Why cycle through France if you can't enjoy a baguette and bottle of red on the way? Due to the time differences, hubby will stay up cheering on fellow Aussie Cadel Evans into the wee hours every night.
{I, on the other hand, will cheer from the fluffy comfort of my dreams.}. Cadel has been runner-up twice and we're sending warm, fuzzy hopes that he wins this year {please note that his hind quarters bear no resemblance to my pictured gourmand}. But I'm guessing Lance Armstrong will be a sentimental favourite for many others. May their spandex be blessed with much stretch and a safe journey!
It's Friday again. As promised last week, we're heralding the weekend with a flourish of flowers. Today, I couldn't go past some overblown pink roses in a plain silver pot.
What better way could there be for us to celebrate the anniversary of the storming of the Bastille and uprising of the modern nation than with a frivolous hot air balloon ride over Paris, away from the commoners in the streets. {Mais oui, I made a little joke.} 
... Torn between posting a pretty bunch of flowers and calling it Friday Fleurish, or running with Venerdi in Venice. Venerdi is Italian for Friday. {Where there's a will, there's a way.}
For the winners of the Yellow Jersey {aka Maillot Jaune} in Le Tour de France: a bunch of flowers and an adorable fluffy toy lion that might bear a startling resemblance to Don King, if Don King happened to be adorable. As it's unlikely any of us will score one of the real fluffy toy lions {or indeed, a real fluffy lion}, perhaps this little virtual fellow can console us.
Happy 4th July!