Navy / Tomato

Navy_TomatoMarseille, 1903. Visiting the ranks of the spectators of a six-stage cycling race—its sponsoring body, the L’Auto newspaper, has furnished it with a name so grand as “Le Tour de France”—I stand overlooking the magnificent, deep navy blue Mediterranean Sea, the spicy chill of my Bloody Mary stinging my taste buds as the hot sun beats down on the course. Maurice Garin, an Italian expatriate favored to win, zips by, drawing a violent gust in his wake that breezed through the skirt of the most magnificent red dress I had ever seen—which fluttered gracefully for a moment above a pair of positively antagonizing knees.