Marseille - First All Blacks Game
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First, I don't have many picture from this game because we spent up till the last second running from the train to the hotel to the stadium to our seat, everyone dropping us off in all the wrong places and pointing us in all the wrong directions! I almost missed the haka for a second time because of it and did miss Richie Mccaw's first try, because after all that running and the 90 degree heat I needed to get water.
The game was what I expected, an All Black try fest with Italy getting their butt whooped. Though I can't say much about the tournament atmosphere pre-game, as we were running, judging by how the organizers hearded the 80,000 spectators through the Veladrome Stadium's narrow, dusty, chicken-wire stand-ins for an entrance, I have the feeling there wasn't much atmosphere to speak of.
The next day we saved a couple of hours before taking the train to Lyon for a boatride out to Chateau d'If. There isn't much to the old prison but the boatride is worth the trip. Marseille has a very particular charm from that vantage point. In fact, little as we got to see, I quite liked the city, much more contained than I had imagined, and full of interesting characters. My favorite was the very salty, tatooed, yet oddly attractive taxi driver we got the first day; he was screaming out to be cast in Luc Besson's next movie.