arenberg heart attack

hard through arenberg

'like in arenberg?' i tried again, like he couldnt even hear me.

legs inside liège

people outside liège

sign outside liège

dogs in ljubjana

'dont be a fool' he mumbled when he went up a steep climb outside liège.

after the race, in ans - the belgian version of belfast - he called his best friend in ljubjana. he wanted to hear if the dogs were doing well.

yellow shoes in paris

'since when?' he asked me when i - in need of something to say - told him, that it was against regulations to wear the colour of the maillot jaune into paris. again i really didnt know what to say.

mujeres de la vuelta

they hang around in small groups around the finish line. always in groups.

they all look like they are there for a reason.

'to make the race look better' she told me, like she was instructed to.

mas de la fuente

'i know' his sidekick answered de la fuentes complaint about the flash from photographers blinding his eyes in the final.

fuente

ive been fascinated by his name all the way. the fascination starts decades ago, when fuente was the name of a great grimpeur. the sound of his name klings to this rider. to me at least. this day - in 38 degrees celsius i spain. he didnt do as well as he wanted to do. the same scenario was often evolving around josé manuel fuente.