[Cyclefrance]

In the distance, somewhat as a mirage , he was sure he spied a grey-haired, grey-bearded man, who seemed to be busy at work on a large canvas painting with large decorators brushes and alternatively mumbling and singing to himself while bobbing up and down, splashing paint here and there on the canvas in what seemed a quite random way, yet somehow building a picture: 'can ya see what it es yet?... da-di-da...Oh, Sun arise...dum-ti-dum....little bit of light, little bit of shade.... do-di-do ... two little boys had two...!' - he stopped and turned abruptly...