Who would have thought it? Two weeks have passed since we set out on our own “Tour de France” and I heard in the last few days that all the Home Nations have qualified for the next round. Brilliant, who are Scotland playing?
Napoleon’s Tomb, Paris, France.
I have struggled to keep up to date, (wifi in France isn’t great) with things whilst we have been on the road, so maybe I missed something. Did Judi Qq UEFA finally actually act against Russia? Did they reinstate Scotland? Are the chances of those two things happening the same?
OK, so now you know that the final game I watched at this tournament was Wales against Northern Ireland. With the break between the group stage and the Round of 16, I was lucky enough to have time and good weather to explore Paris.
Louis Vuitton Foundation, Paris.
The Louvre, Petit Palais, Louis Vuitton Foundation, Napoleon’s Tomb, Pere Lachaisse, Centre Pompidou were all visited where exhibitions of art by Rousseau, Paul Klee, Albert Marquet were viewed. But my favourites were The Beat Generation, with as well an exposition at the Philharmonie de Paris featuring The Velvet Underground (yes the ones that wrote I’m waiting for my man. Never early, always late, – you know who you are!).
Pere Lachaise – Oscar Wilde’s tomb, Paris.
Looking for positives in the football I have witnessed is proving difficult. The real positives lie in having visited nine French cities, and sampling the food. Everyone knows about Paris, and I have just listed a few of the things you can see there.
We were lucky enough to have good weather in Nice which helped to make it my favourite city. If you’ve seen the photos you may notice the difference, and understand why I choose it as my favourite on this trip.
Stade de Bordeaux, France.
Then there was Bordeaux where it’s historic old town is on the UNESCO World heritage list and described as “an outstanding urban and architectural ensemble of the 18th century”. Toulouse, the Pink City.
Lyon with the Basilica of Notre-Dame de Fourvière. Marseille, a huge city which unfortunately saw bad weather to stop us fully exploring it on the two occasions we were there. Lille, with its Flemish architecture where we could see the beauty of this city, but didn’t feel comfortable due to the situation I mentioned on our first night.
Sacre Coeur, Paris.
Lens & St Etienne are football hotbeds unlike the rest of France where you would have struggled to find out there was a tournament going on. The size of the towns and the size of the stadiums bear witness to this fact. Lens population 32,663 – Capacity of Stade Bollaert-Delelis 38,223. St Etienne 178,530 – Capacity of Stade Geoffroy-Guichard 42,000.
Petit Palais, Paris, France.
Special mention to the best Croque Monsieur, which was found at Fric Frac by Canal St Martin. But the French have other things to worry about. I visited the lively 11th arrondisment, scene of atrocities eighteen months ago when the Charlie Hedbo offices were attacked, and The Bataclan as recently as last November. It remains closed but is due to reopen on November 16th with Pete Doherty. The lively backstreets are vibrant, with bars full of students away from the tourist crowd.
Philharmonie de Paris, France.
We witnessed strikers marching at the Bastille against Hollande’s labor legislation. There were more police than we had seem at any football match. Two thousand sealed of the area around the Bastille to ensure there were was no repeat of the incident the previous week when cars were set alight in protests at République.
If you remember before I set out there was problems with the level of water on the Seine, the rain seen in the first ten days couldn’t have helped this.
There was also the small matter of strikes, which I quickly realised was an occupation in themselves. Thankfully we were only affected once, and were not inconvenienced by them. Others would not have been so fortunate as planes were cancelled and if you didn’t know about the strikes missing your train could have meant you were unable to get to your chosen destination on time.
So back to the football, the highlights, the fact that there was interest in all the group games, as quite often there can be meaningless games at the end of this stage. The fact that third place could qualify gave every team hope (OK maybe with Ukraine being the exception).
Northern Irish fans.
The supporters, seeing every country backed by well behaved supporters was a joy. The Northern Irish win my award for being the best supporters, the highlight – them out singing their German counterparts. Special mention to the Icelandic supporters with their clapping.
Also the passionate Hungarians who clearly were not going to be defeated by Iceland, it felt as though the ref had to play on until they scored such was the atmosphere in the Velodrome.
Hungary fans at Euro 2016.
Unfortunately now I have to go against what the supporters of many countries, yes not only the English speaking ones, have adopted as their anthem.
“Please don’t send me home,
I just don’t want to go to work,
I wanna stay here,
Drink all your beer.”
Personally I would be happy just to stay and eat all their food, and take in the sights I didn’t have time for, of which there are still plenty, oh and maybe attend one or two more football matches.