Being American, I have rarely had a desire to watch or even wonder about this so-called football thing...but being in Europe through the beginning of the Coupe du Monde has made me ridiculously patriotic and terribly pestery for all other nations. This, of course, is only because Les États-Unis d'Amerique are going to dynamite-blow the competition away. Lucky, our first game against the bloody English was null (1-1) due to the incompetence of the English goal-keeper on Saturday. On Friday, we also observed the France-Uruguay match and again, it was null (1-1)...kinda boring right? Wrong! The match last night between Germany and Australian was a nutter German storm of victory. Luckily for us, we were at an Australian bar at the time (rooting for whoever was victorious, of course) and wouldn't ya know it, our German boys pulled a fascist two-step and beat down the Aussie's 4-0. Good times.
Also, this weekend is the 150 anniversary of Nice's adoption into France-land. When we went to the Observatoire, there were some jets flying around emitting some rouge, blanc et bleu:
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