On My Way to France and the EuroCup
The long-awaited day has arrived. My flight depart from Newark Liberty International Airport in a few hours. I am going to France, to hang out with the crowd at the EuroCup, and enjoy France in its ceremonial dress, while the Hexagone welcomes 24 guest
It will be Paris first… “Voir Paris, et mourir” (“See Paris and die”) said Ilya Ehrenburg. But not this time. Not the so many times, I traveled there in the past.
As usual, it will be about enjoying the natural beauties of the City of Light, while marveling over its centuries of history reflected in architectural feats and gorgeous palaces. Shopping at Galeries Lafayette, strolling on the Champs-Elysees, and eating the (arguably) most sophisticated cuisine in the world are also on the schedule.
The French Riviera will be second target. It is time to re-visit Le Palais du Cinema in Cannes and to probe whatever is new or perennial in Monaco, Nice, Saint Tropez, Saint Jean les Bains, etc.
Being at the World Cup or the EuroCup is an experience that has no match for a football aficionado. But this is also an experience that the profanes can live, remember, cherish for the rest of their lives. In a few decades, this will be one long history to tell the grand kids, about the time spent at the EuroCup in Paris and oln the French Riviera.
Hang on, The Traveller will keep you posted. En route to the airport.
(The Traveller, Thursday, June 16, 2016)