Last circle
On this day Valentin and I decided to finally have a rest.
Almost directly after the quarantine, we agreed to take a kind of brotherhood trip with a fairly clear goal - to reach Nîmes, which is in the south of France, to train in the local gym to prepare for our participation in the fifth season of Ninja Warrior.
The trip lasted a whole week - we bathed in Lake of Annecy, slept on the roof of Lyon, suddenly took part in a street festival in Nîmes, and, of course, practiced some Parkour on Ninja Warrior’s obstacles. On the last day before leaving for Paris, we didn't want any more adventures, and, frankly speaking, we got a little bored to be together all the time. So my friend and I agreed to split up for a while and meet later in the evening.
I needed a nap and since we did not pay a cent for accommodation for the whole trip, the most convenient place for siesta was the park.
I settled down comfortably in the shade of a tree, carefully packed my things so that I wouldn't be robbed during my sleep, and I was already lying on the grass, ready to switch myself off at any moment, as SHE suddenly soaked right before my eyes.
A girl about eight years old on some kind of bicycle with a horse welded to the frame and reins instead of the usual rudder, passed by me, biting her tongue from an incredible concentration. Behind her, a little bit later, passed 2-3 more modified bikes. But for other riders, this race obviously did not mean as much as for a young rider.
I had not yet had time to unpack my camera, as she passed me by for the second time. Realizing that the budget of the adults accompanying the rider was not limited, I hurried to take up a position with the camera in my hands in order not to miss the scene this time.
The girl with the horse rushed raced in front me several more times before disappearing from my life forever, but these several times were enough to get one successful photo.
Much later, when I began to process this photo, I suddenly noticed that at the first meeting behind the mask of a fearless rider I did not see the fine nature of the lady - after all behind her carriage very aristocratically stood an opened umbrella.
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