A bright, chilly Sunday morning....
Most of Paris seemed to be sleeping off their collective hangovers.
Not these guys.
While the crowds weren't nearly as enthusiastic and amazing as those in New York or Boston (the only other marathons I've attended)...
It's always amazing and inspiring to watch.
Paris probably rivals New York as far as elevation gain and loss, but the Paris race takes the runners past a lot of monuments and things to see.
I was hoping that the race sponsors would be giving out macaroons and baguettes to fuel the runners on. No such luck. Oranges and bananas, just like everywhere else.
Don't you feel lazy now? After all, you can't spell "brunch" without r-u-n.