I rode along and just as I was coming up along the section of Smith Street that was closed off due to the annual Bastille Day street fair, I heard the loudest roar and like a concert breaking suddenly all these people came pouring out onto the street so it became like a video game maneuvering through everyone.
The whole town felt so connected during these weeks of soccer. All the people rooting for their countries and it was as if when the games were on, no one was a stranger. Everyone just opened up like a flower and began talking to each other on the streets. That unsaid barrier was lifted somehow magically. The only time I recall this happening was after a big disaster, like 911 or the blackout. I'm sort of sad to see it all end.
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