Swept across the villages to the north west of Perpignan, including the amusingly named 'La Tour de France', and stopped for a swift drink in Millas. Today, being Sunday, there was a nice leisurely feel. The plane trees looked better than ever and the landscape had changed again - vineyards dominating.
Speeds were high up front as a few of us blazed a trail into Elne for lunch - one of my favourite spots up on the remparts by the abbey.
After lunch we pressed on as we smelt the finish even though it was still thirty miles away. We all regrouped a mile outside of Cerbere and donned our yellow Journey for Jane shirts and then proceeded into the village in two by two formation - bit like Noah's Ark in a way.
We arrived to the sound of vuvuzulas and applause - such was the welcoming from friends, family and locals. Even the drivers in the 1/2 mile tailback behind us seemed cheerful.
So just when we thought it was all over and I settled down for a beer with the Mayor half the team carried on the frontier just to say they'd been to Spain. Very good. Would I do it all over again? ...at the first available opportunity. With the same people? .... definitely, everyone, without exception! A bientot!
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