Another fantastic finish on the cobblestones of the Champs-Élysées.

Having conquered the final Time Trial, Wiggins looks towards Paris. A huge tour for the British.

After a relatively quiet Tour, Cavendish reminds us why he’s in the rainbow jersey.

Valverde is first to get through the Pyrénées. Froome and Wiggins have nothing to gain by chasing him, yet they do anyway. Just because they can.

Thomas Voeckler, the man of many faces. He grits, grimaces, and grins his way to a stage win – and claims the polka dots in the process.

The six-man breakaway races towards Pau. The rest of the peloton got an early start on their rest day.

A shameful act attempts to sabotage the Tour. The good sportsmanship of the riders prevails.

It wasn’t a Frenchman who took the stage, but a good Bastille Day of racing nonetheless. Happy belated Bastille Day to all!

Friday the 13th wasn’t unlucky for team Garmin-Sharp. The breakaway wasn’t caught, and David Millar was first to the line.

The race reaches the summit of the Col de la Croix de Fer with Les Aiguilles D’Arves in the distance.

The peloton starts to break up as we head into the mountains.

The man in Yellow, Wiggins, carves himself an even bigger lead in the time trial. Will he be able to hold it through the mountains?

At the pre-stage meeting today, he was told, ‘Thibaut, do not go on the attack!’ He did anyway. And he won. Thank you Thibaut.

There’s an expected change in the yellow jersey as the riders start to climb. The real mountains (and attacks) still lie ahead though.

A crash late in the stage shattered bikes, bodies, and hopes of yellow for several unfortunate riders.

A rare windless day. The only thing generating wattage in this field were the cyclists.

Kiwi Greg Henderson is feeling no pain. He knows he’s gotten his man André Greipel to the line first.

Riding through the countryside of Northeast France.

The peloton snakes its way up and through the Citadel of Namur.