Had a quiet day on the site just relaxing and doing nothing more strenuous than reading and sitting. A mobile climbing wall was setup abut 50 meters in front of us, so I spent some time watching other people exerting themselves and that made me quite tired.
I was brought back to life by the sound of loud wagon horns being blown, it was the circus coming to town, just like on an American film. Most of the them were pulling one, two or more colourful trailers, they were very long, like road trains and all very noisy announcing they arrival. Funny thing is, they had come in the same way in to town as I had, down the very narrow road.
At teatime walked over to the bar with the intention of getting something to eat but decided to just do something back at the van (that means we have had only home cooked food up to now, well food cooked in the van). We did however have a drink outside intending to leave making room before the football started, as it was France v Portugal in the second semi final. But it was not that crowded so eventually we didn't go back to the van for food until part way through the second half, by which time the bar was heaving inside and out.
France win but unlike the first night here there is just a quick burst of celebration at the final whistle (fire works and car horns) but then nothing, very quiet and very strange, although it is a Wednesday and the first time was a Saturday?
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