Highs and lows. After the social excitement of last weekend, a quieter Saturday and Sunday just gone. A minor trek around the pubs and bars of Lyon on Saturday eventually turned up one showing the relevant game of the round football variety, rather that the sundry egg-chasing internationals elsewhere. Wish I hadn't bothered.
My French team of choice fared rather better last night, despite being overrun for most of the game by Bordeaux. Two first half goals were enough to hold out during a second half seige. The visitors got one back late on but it wasn't enough to overcome the sort of performance French commentators somewhat euphemistically call a 'très realiste'.
The novelty for me was going to the game with one of our neighbours, rather than la bienheureuse (who jetted off in the afternoon on yet another business trip - York rather than Monnheim for a change). It arose after Madame engaged me in a conversation about football a couple of weeks ago, and told me her husband would welcome the chance to go to a match with us. As it happens that's problematic as we're season ticket holders with fixed places, but I said if one of us wasn't going he'd be welcome to use the spare ticket. Nice to get to know at least one of les voisins a bit better. Only taken 6 years...
