Lyon, France

11th Sept.
Well, we've made it to Lyon where we will be spending a week firstly with friends from Bellingen then our English friends. It's a change sleeping in an ordinary bed.
After leaving Avignon on Sunday we headed south to the Camargue, a wild and partly untamed area of France where the Rhone River enters the sea. Famed for its white wild horses and bull fights it was very different to the rest of France with its Spanish flavour. From there we headed to Lyon via the bridge at Millau. Built a couple of years ago it is the most beautiful bridge I think you will ever find. It stretches 2.5 km, supported by 7 pencil thin legs the highest over 340 metres in length. The French sure have a flair in design though this one was actually designed by an Englishman.
We made a good decision basing ourselves in Avignon for the first game in Marseille. It took 30 minutes on the TGV, very fast train, to travel the 100 kms to Marseille, it was then a case on getting on the Metro down there to the stadium. The stadium was fantastic with the seating very close to the field. A pity Italy didn't put up more of an opposition.