Finally, the moment had arrived to decide a winner of la course des garćons de café de vile de Reims 2017!
After the false start, six finalists lined up at a starting line and waited for a countdown.
‘Cinq, quatre, trois, deux, un, ALLEZ!’
So off they went. Bon courage!
The race looked all fun and good-spirited for the bystanders but it was no mean feat for the competitors. I had no idea how many qualifying race the waiters had to take part in in order to win a place in the final but it looked like they had to go through three or four qualifying feats. As you can imagine, most of the participants appeared a little worse for wear when they reached the last race.
Here comes this year’s winner, Jeremy!
I never noticed him until he crossed the line because he had been so inconspicuous. He never did any of those attention-grabbing stunts like his rivals. He just kept his head down and made as little mistake as possible. And it paid off handsomely in the end.
Do you remember this guy? He spilled his tray just before the race started?
During his first lap, Everything seemed to be fine and dandy. His strides were a full of confident.
However, he became too sure of himself too soon? A cruel twist of fate pounced upon him just before he crossed a finishing line…
A guy who was in the fourth position walked past him like a breeze, snatching away a coveted third place under his nose. Oh how sad. The vanquished picked up cups and bottles from the pavement, looking tired and dejected.
Shortly afterward, the annual race was wrapped up with a small award giving ceremony.
For women’s winners…
Oh no, a guy in a high-visibility vest moved in and blocked our view. Damn.
And for men’s…
So what was the prize of the race? There was a brand new Renault on display at the north end of Place Drouet d’Erlon. May be a little too extravagant to be the prize? We weren’t sure.
‘Aren’t you hungry, mum?’ After all the excitement of watching the race, we both found we were hungry.
We tried to get some food at Ernest Hemingway, a bar / restaurant along the racecourse…
Unfortunately, they only served drinks because it was Sunday afternoon.
In the end, we had burgers and fries at Burger King…
Our very first fast food in France! We sat outside and munched on our food and sipped cold drink while the event organisers busied themselves with dismantling crowd-control barriers and a small marquee for a DJ.
Fun never last, does it? Our holiday together is almost over too! Mum and I became a little too emotional during our last supper at Reims…