It was beautiful. The fluidity and grace of the horses, the brutality and determination of the players, the tranquility of the open green field under the setting Côte d’Azur sun… I cannot find the words to express the magic of the game.
But for me, it was far more than just the match, the sport. For me, it was a perfect evening as everyone I know and love here – my English-speaking friends, my French family, friends of my French family – all gathered around a bottle of rosé to watch men on horses beat each other up. We were together, we joked together, we laughed together. And that was really magic.
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