I’m not really a soccer fan, but when the World Cup rolls around I suffer from extreme nostalgia for summer of ’98 (legs and body forever!).
The summer of ’98 France hosted and won FIFA World Cup and my best girl and I spent six weeks in Paris (best summer ever!) taking our grade 13 French credit. The six weeks was spent partying, meeting French boys (oh my!) and living it up Paris style, but the most memorable part (no it wasn’t school) of the trip was when France won the World Cup. I had never seen a celebration like that in my life, it was la folie!!
Our trip was pre digital cameras so this is a pic (the night France won) of a printed photo in my photo album.
Allez les Blues!