Morning Sun Ride

Up to Le Tour.

Pedal power is hard to find again :

I shouldn't have smoked cigarettes when our mates were here.

"Allez Allez Allez"

is what the skiers sipping their morning sunshine coffee sang to me, as I hit the pit of the bubble lift. I was trying to mask my split panting exhaustion, but I'm not sure I fooled anyone.

Where to next?