More videos and audio from
Wednesday Night:
The game started later than we'd expected, so we stopped in a
Quick (France's home-grown fast food chain) for some (un)sustenance. Everything was gross: the high cost of the disgusting food being bought by a surprisingly large (in number, not in physical size) group of people.
Walking to the entrance gate, I was impressed to see these children so brightly attired, and dismayed to realize that the horses the police were riding (I guess for just-in-case crowd control?) were not wearing bags. They won't let Panda in most parks, and they let their horses defecate (
chier) over the crowded sidewalks outside the national stadium? Give me a break.
Once inside, we discovered these on our seats:
Folded up, they make the percussive noise you hear amidst everything else here:
The chant you heard goes, "
Et ils sont où, et ils sont où, et ils sont où les Autrichiens," which taunts the Austrian fans by asking where their team is (since, with the score at 3-1, they were no longer really in the game).
Everyone not under the awning, it seemed, got flags instead of fans/posters/percussive noise objects:
To be continued tomorrow . . .
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