IThe Paris crossing in the sprint to join us in time at the Café Le Gymnase, boulevard Raspail, and not miss anything from the ascent of the Cormet de Roselend. Faithful since 1953 to his “Tales and Legends of July”. So, when barely installed in front of the canvas on which the first offensives are projected, the ringtone of his phone sounds, Erik Orsenna closes the valve immediately. “Someone who calls me at that time is that he doesn’t know me!” In July, I am unreachable between 3 and 5 p.m. Forget me! It’s not negotiable! The turn is my legendary shoot! My white line! »»
The winding slope that leads to the top of the Cormet de Roselend is a virgin of marking on the ground. The runners lying on their machine sublimate the mountain where alpine, mi …
