Sunday life: boule and bike love

I have always found Sundays to be a bit dull and they are extremely dull in France. If you don't happen to have any food in the fridge or cupboards, you are pretty much screwed and especially when you're craving hangover food, as I am today. Shops are shut and there is very little to do, I don't want to do any work on Sundays. Work is for weekdays. So to make my Sunday a bit more fun I usually grab my bike and cycle down to the Jardin des Plantes to pass the time, to read, or just chill out listening to some music.

As I cycled through the Chateau, I saw a group of elderly french men playing a very serious game of Boule, right in the middle of the pathway. Yes, the stereotypical image that I naively thought I'd be seeing everyday when I first came to France. Staring at them over my shoulder I tried to cycle round them (yes I admit it wasn't my greatest idea) but was greeted with shouts of "Attention mademoiselle!" as I very nearly knocked into the boules and ruined their game. I was tempted to stop for a photo, but after this experience I thought I better get away as quickly as I could, so, shouting "désolé!" over my shoulder to the group of somewhat pissed off old men, I cycled off quickly, laughing to myself...at least they still have it in them to play competitively!