The organizers of the Grande Boucle can be tricky. Like every year, they racked their brains over the route best suited to creating suspense, thinking of guaranteeing thrills crescendoing until the apotheosis of a third hellish week, with a double ration of Alpe d’Huez full of twists and turns. Except that: at the end of the first week in the South-West, and at rest time this Monday July 13 in Cantal, the scenario is corrected with an authoritarian stroke of the pen, signed with a “P” which means Pogacar.
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