Lost In Limoges

From the sheep-dotted pastures of France's underpopulated Southwest, Limoges rises in all its grey glory. The city's claim to fame: fine porcelain. The half-timbered houses of the Medieval center are surrounded by strip malls and McDo. Land-hungry Brits descend with flailing pocketbooks (thanks, RyanAir). The weather is remarkably cool year-round. Sure, I live on rue de Nice, but this is NOT the Cote d'Azur. Welcome to Limoges, "the middle of nowhere"-- or as Pierre says "everywhere"-- France.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

French Football

I have a crush. France's incredible soccer player, Zidane, who is entirely swoon-worthy and heart-stoppingly goodlooking-- announced his retirement today. Why? After dazzling us with magic moves on the field, he's reached the God-fearing old age of 34. Let's hope he'll still be able to perform less strenuous professional activities, such as starring in enough TV commercials and magazine ads to satiate my appetite, so I can swoon some more. Though I used to gasp at Ronaldinho's skills when we watched Barcelona-Madrid on the stolen cable in Tacuba (a football-crazy town if there ever was one), my loyalty to Ronaldinho lies entirely in his status as world's best player (and of course there's that killer smile). Though the question begs to be asked: what exactly are you going to do in your retirement, Zidane the Man? Crossword puzzles?


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