The French aren't supporting this French team, so no reason for you to feel obliged!! They've really let the country down - not by their football (as our team is doing) - but by their behaviour... refusing to train, going on strike, etc. etc.... pfft! I'm with the others!
As for Bastille Day, I love it... in the City, the fire stations have parties on the 13th evening (called "le bal des pompiers"), and kids to grandparents have a knees up in the fire station courtyard! So keep an ear open for that Cheryl.
I'll be in the village where, in the afternoon, all the women are summoned to the town hall where we receive a gift... (we draw a number, and the gifts are numbered... so no arguments or fighting!! but we can swap afterwards)... then there are games organised (petanque, skittles etc.), but we normally scarper home then for a kip!! haaaa! Then back at about 8pm for a sit down meal (usually the same menu: a gastronomic extravaganza commencing with Dukan UNfriendly charcuterie and potato salad usually; some cold meat and CRISPS (yes) for main; and home made by some fruit tarts for dessert... and cremant (Burgundy "champagne"), and table wine à volonté...
So obviously that's my night off... hardly a gastronomic feast, but I'm not going to play Miss Difficult, or Miss Snob from the city, and I'll enjoy my strange meal with the rest of them! (After all, Dukan gets us eating weird things!!).
Then... someone will get a guitar out or something for a sing song and maybe a dance (cos two years ago when music was played very loudly, someone shopped us to I'm not sure who, and a fine had to be paid for the music rights!!)...
Best of all, at 11pm on the dot, the street lights go off. We will have planned a torch for light to stagger home with, but will of course have left it at home as usual...
!-)
oh and table wine doesn't half make your head hurt the next PPPPPP day or three!