There’s something about the Tour de France that has always captured my imagination. Watching scores of endurance athletes push themselves up brutal mountain climbs and bounce through pretty cobblestoned villages in the grueling July heat has always felt like compulsory viewing, even for a committed non-cyclist like me.
I’ve traveled across France to see various stages of the race during its three-week run on four separate Tours, with and without children in tow. During these trips, I’ve witnessed the chaos, excitement, and unforgettable sense of occasion that follows the Tour from town to town. But following the Tour has also proved a steep learning curve. It’s far more difficult than just showing up to the location of whatever leg you want to see.





