France : 1 Portugal : 0
After the game, my friend and I went out on the streets to mingle in the crowds. We got so caught up in the mood, in the movement, in the euphoria, that we walked all the way from Republique to Concorde.
That's a hike, folks.
I've never seen anything like that scene. Everyone - black, white, Middle Eastern, citizens, tourists and clandestines - everyone was waving flags, hanging out of and on top of cars, swarming the streets and sidewalks, kissing, hugging and high-fiving everyone they passed. Roller skaters grabbed onto car bumpers for a ride, people climbed atop statues, mailboxes, bus stops - even the monument at the Place de la Bastille - waving the bleu blanc rouge and singing,
"We're going to the finals... to the finals we're going...."
I tried to capture some images with my cell phone, but they didn't turn out.
So Sunday? France against Italy for the championship? I am so going out to a bar to watch it.
This time, though, I'm bringing the fucking camera.