Allez Les Bleus!
This morning finds me a little under the weather. Last night I accepted an invitation from my neighbor to join him at a nearby French bar to watch the France-Spain world cup game. The energy in the place was amazing and, coincidentally, many of the acquaintances I've made in the area all found themselves in the same bar.
Rounds of shots were bought for each goal. I was scolded by my neighbor for having accepted a drink from the lone Spanish supporter on their goal. Every French goal put the bar into a frenzy. Everyone was kissing, hugging, and jumping over everyone. People walking by were stopping in and joining us as the game went on; by the time the French cemented their win with their final goal the bar was so packed that I found myself pulled to stand on the bar by the barmaid so that I could properly see.
My elevated perch was a perfect vantage point to see everyone's reactions to the end of the game. The bar brought out free bottles of Champagne and everyone was in a fantastic mood (except for our Spanish friend).
This was a perfect way to spend my last Tuesday night in Paris.
Rounds of shots were bought for each goal. I was scolded by my neighbor for having accepted a drink from the lone Spanish supporter on their goal. Every French goal put the bar into a frenzy. Everyone was kissing, hugging, and jumping over everyone. People walking by were stopping in and joining us as the game went on; by the time the French cemented their win with their final goal the bar was so packed that I found myself pulled to stand on the bar by the barmaid so that I could properly see.
My elevated perch was a perfect vantage point to see everyone's reactions to the end of the game. The bar brought out free bottles of Champagne and everyone was in a fantastic mood (except for our Spanish friend).
This was a perfect way to spend my last Tuesday night in Paris.