Odd one today.
Wasting time in youTube, as you do, I came across an anonymous Dutch family's holiday movie that they'd uploaded. (well, they were named. But just an ordinary everyday Johannes and Johanna and their kids). It was just what might have been Super Eight camera film from 1977, uploaded and preserved to a digital format which they'd put up on youTube. I liked it; nothing remarkable happened, nothing of professional quality, but an achingly nostalgic look into a vanished world 44 years ago, with just a hint of that "1970's ethereal weirdness" which is a background to so much that is Fortean of that time. It's gentle, indefinably charming, has an air of something strange lurking just out of sight and I kind of love it.
Anyway, mum, dad, three kids and possibly an auntie/mother of one or two kids head off from Holland to the South of France on holiday, leaving rainy cold glum Gatinmijnbillen and crossing Europe. They arrive in Southern France and go to the top of a mountain pass on one day out and the camera lingers on the placename.
Guess what.
Watching the Tour de France today, and the peloton has just arrived at the foot of a knackering better-them-than-me mountain climb.
Same damn place as in the holiday film from 1977. Updated road signs, but same place. (Admittedly it is billed as a mountain climb the TdF regularly visits, but even so... )