And so it was that we rediscovered summer in Sospel, a ville fleurie 10 miles north of Menton. Lucky for us it was the day of le concours de boules in le parc centrale. Having caused a security scare by taking our boules though eurostar terminal in St Pancras we weren’t going to miss this, so we headed for le parc to find about 100 people of all ages playing in teams of three on the pathways of the park. Now pathways might be a bit of a misnomer. They had more resemblance to the surface to of the moon, rocky, cratered and dusty. That didn’t seem to stop anyone’s enjoyment though and presented a welcome challenge for les tireurs.
If there was one other difference between them and us, other than the quality of the piste, it was the age of the players. People my age, that’s over 50, were in the minority, and children and teenagers were everywhere, and they played well.
We didn’t compete in this family event, but we were challenged to a match by two Parisians and do you know what, we beat them, 13-3.