Last year, after a particularly big storm, I looked out of my room one morning and noticed a beautiful gleaming bicycle in the Dordogne river under my window.
I wondered what the story behind the bicycle was -- who had it belonged to? How had it landed in the river? What had become of the rider??
The bicycle stayed there right through the floods, when the river was swollen and deep, and the times when the river was low, with little water rushing over the sharp treacherous rock formations. The water anenomes flourished and waned, flowered and disappeared under the water, and yet the bicycle remained in its watery grave.
Then, on the very hot Tuesday this week, a group of youngsters could not contain themselves, parked their motorbikes outside my front door, ignored all the signs that say "No swimming in the river", shed their clothes and went for a swim in the river below the chateau.
And -- it did not take them too long to discover the bicycle nestling amongst the water anenomes! Excited and noisy and laughng, they dragged the bicycle out and in no time they were half their age, taking turns in sitting on the warped and Dali-esque bike and pretending to be Carlos Sestre in his yellow jersey, winning the 2008 Tour de France!
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