A long flat stage today.
Perhaps there will be no dramas.
The Tour rolls out of Troyes.
Belle spots Terence, standing next to a suitcase.
Terence, says Belle. All alone?
All alone except for two horrible clowns who never leave him.
NO! says Terence.
The two clowns step up smartly.
Hello clowns, says Belle. I didn't see you.
Grimaldi performs a short mime, as if to explain it.
Ha ha, laughs Belle, as if she understands the short mime.
She feels she should thank the clowns for looking after Terence, and freeing her to be a soigneuse.
She invites them to a picnic, on Monday.
They bow low, their hands sweeping their oversize shoes.
Have any of you seen Tiny? asks Belle.
The clowns shake their heads solemnly.
Terence points to the suitcase.
Can he come out? asks Belle. I have something to say to him.
Pickelherring produces a speaking trumpet from his trousers.
She takes it, and speaks to the suitcase.
TINY, THIS HAS GONE FAR ENOUGH, YOUR SISTER NEEDS YOUR ATTENTION.
A sound comes faintly from the depths of the suitcase.
Lt Mh Uht!
Are you holding Tiny in there against his will? asks Belle.
Yes! say Terence. He's dead and alive.
He's obviously alive, says Belle, ignoring Schrodinger's paradox completely.
And so should we.
The riders are well out of Troyes.
Chris Froome has heard talk of crosswinds and is keeping Team Sky at the front in case something happens.
As it happens, though, nothing much happens.
Until the final sprint brings a little excitement.
Marcel Kittel and Edvald Boassen Hagen cross the line with six millimetres between them.
So it's not totally like nothing happens.......
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