Brasil 0 : France 1, and what next?

PRE-MATCH:

We’re back in Paris. The city is facing a hot summer but that doesn’t stop citizens from going out. We can read “soldes” on every corner, and this turns people crazy. Shops are like battle fields!! For once, I really don’t feel like shopping, but yesterday I could help it. It was stronger than me, so I bought a present for Elisa, and high heel shoes for me.

Last night we had some people over for a drink. The dream team got together once more, Marilyn, Chafik, Sophie and Maite. We have taken different roads, except for Chafik and Sophie that are working together in a new project. They all seemed ok. I only hope that after her fabulous trip to Cambodge, Marilyn will find an interesting project too. She deserves it, in fact we all do!

Tonight France is facing Brazil. It’s going to be an attractive match. The guys will be glued to the screen once more. I hope ‘les bleus’ win, as I’d like to go out tonight!! And I want some happy faces!!

Pues que gane el mejor!!!


POST-MATCH:

« On est on demieee, on est on demieee, on est on est on est en demieeeeee! »
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French have gone completely crazy. The ambiance was great, lots of people on the streets, screaming, singing, shouting, dancing… hilarious! I don’t know how it’s going to be like if they win next match. The party went on all night!

Unfortunately for us, when we left from Ramon’s house (congratulations Ramon for your new adventure, wish you de best!), we couldn’t find a free cab anywhere. This would never happen in Prague. It’s was 1a.m so no metro and the night bus, they simply were “no where to be seen”. I think drivers were celebrating too. So we walked, and we walked, and we walked… St. Placide –> Bastille = 1hour & 30 minutes.

We even tried the absynt to make our way easier, but that stuff is really something, woao!! And of course we had to make a stop as Victor had to change... At least we had some time to rest.

We were KO afterwards. We came too late to Stan’s party. Most of the people were gone and the ambient was quite calmed. So after a couple of drinks we decided to come back home. This time we were lucky and managed to grab a taxi. Hurray!!!

“ On est en taxiii, on est on taxiii, on est on est on est en taxiiiiiiiii” :)