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Had someone told me once that I would take a picture of how people reacted to a football match, I never would have believed him!
And I still don't, whatever the circumstances may be.
No, you must me kidding.... I already posted on TrekEarth a photo of the Tour de France, isn't that enough in terms of mass hysteria and mandatory jubilation? ;-)
I guess it wasn't.

And while all the museum attendants had obviously joined (almost) the whole country cheering in front of TV screens, no longer caring to enforce the new regulation forbidding to take pictures in this particular part of the museum, only a handful of foreign tourists lingered in one of the most gorgeous rooms of the Louvre, between Géricault's gruesome Raft of the Medusa and the tantalizingly decadent Death of Sardanapalus by Delacroix, to name but two of the large paintings hung there.

The sun was about to set, casting its last daily ration of light through large windows above the west staircase, on the right.
The atmosphere was incredibly peaceful.
The mood was prone to contemplation.
The moment was close to perfection.

I think you all know the outcome of the game last evening. Do I care more than after the previous one, or the one before, and the one before that one, and...?
Well, I still don't.
Don't worry, be happy. But tomorrow'll be back, utterly real...


The hottest places in hell are reserved for those who, in times of great moral crisis, maintain their neutrality.
Dante Alighieri

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PS On the wall, Francesca da Rimini and Paolo Malatesta by Ary Scheffer