Butchery
The Hallouin butcher's shop was lucky enough to see the Tour de France pass right in front of its door last July. Pogacar didn't make the most of the opportunity to stop in, and that's a shame for him, because he could have walked away with the best rillettes in town, the best boudin blanc, the finest chickens and an incomparable pâté de campagne. It would only have taken him a few minutes, and would probably have weighed him down a bit, but he would still have won the stage.
