My friend and I went to France in June for a wedding. After the wedding (and a week in the Loire Valley), we headed south to the coast of the Mediterannean. We'd thought it might be fun to spend a day in Monaco, so we planned to splitting the 4th of July between Montecarlo and Nice. It wasn't until we were headed back into France from Barcelona that I noticed the front page of a Frenchman's newspaper: Tour de France 2009 Grand Départ Monaco 4 Juillet.
I had known that the Tour started on the 4th, but I didn't know it was starting in Monaco. We arrived in Monaco that afternoon by train, along with masses of people from all over. Observers lining the route at the harbor were stacked four or five people deep, but as we climbed higher into the city toward the famous casino, the crowds thinned out and the viewing was spectacular.

We'd taken pictures of an inter-company bike race earlier in our trip, planning to show them to our friends and joke about having seen the "tour de France," but we had no idea we'd soon practically stumble on the real thing. I didn't know how it worked, either, but it didn't take us long to figure it was a 15km time trial on the steep roads in the ridiculous heat.
It was the coolest thing I ever did accidentally. Princess Grace would be proud.
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