...that the French community in New York is like a whole lot of kissing cousins. I mean that in the best sense. Frenchies in New York have an extensive social substratum that is seemingly boundless. To be fair, there are Americans in Paris who never speak French because their contacts are limited to English speakers. Let's just say this is also definitely the case here in NYC with French expats. We saw a large group of them and a hilarious direct transfer of French culture to American soil this weekend, quite literally: former members of the Toulouse rugby team (le Stade Toulousain) playing a match against a New York rugby team (one exists?) in the heart of Central Park. The announcements were in French, the live band pumping swing music was French and every single person in the large crowd of people watching (except the occasional puzzled American who happened to be walking by) was French. The best was the woman who was yelling into a megaphone with her accent from the Southwest of France: "Allez les garcons !" I felt like I was transported back to France, with some strange New York skyline canvas backdrop.
We went to the game with the best little chunk of France that exists: Marguerite. She likes rugby too.
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That was quite a performance to have those big babies from Toulouse playing in Central Park
Marguerite definitely had her game face (faces) on! (One definitely needs game faces -- and bodies -- for rugby!
I'm still in shock that there's a New York rugby team.
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