The Rogue Stitch

Du Stade Sébastien Charléty:

Well, for two hours the stadium was filled with cries of Zidane y va marquer! Zidane y va marquer. By the time I left, there was only crying.

(Actually, there was another chant worth mentioning: Vaffanculo, vaffanculo, Italia! Stitch readers may recall the March 30th post and the connection of that expression to one member of the Supreme Court.)

Of course, the first goal had everyone going nuts. Imagine the French thinking they're going to win the World Cup and then Zinédine Zidane scoring seven minutes into the match. Here's the video I shot at the climax of belief in les Bleus:



There was also a battle royale that raged for most of the second half. We're talkin' French immigrant youths viciously going after each other. At one point I saw some dude attack a paramedic. Yeah, that's f*cked up.



Despite the Zidane jersey on my back, at least I was able to say at the end of the day, "Well, I'm not really French, am I?" Though it would have been fun to be in Paris for another win, I suppose there's also something to be said about making it to class on Monday morning. (yeah, right.)

On to some more photos from around town:



Sacré Cœur, flanked by statues of Jeanne d'Arc and Louis IX (Saint Louis)



St Denis (first Bishop of Paris) shortly after the Romans cut his head off for being "too damn handsome for a priest."



An unidentified CU Law student in the underworld of Paris



The entrance to the Empire of Death, aka the Catacombs of Paris



Bob and Phil



The Richelieu Wing in the Louvre



Cardinal René de Birague by Germain Pilon. (Btw, R. de B. was an interesting guy. Doctor of law, member of the Collegio d'avvocati of Milan. Eventual Chancellor of France. Only become a member of the Church after his wife died in 1572--and yet was a cardinal 6 years later.)



Who cares what their faces look like!

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