|This is "un faux écossais". He is a member of a French pipe band.|
Now, I didn't sleep well but I was not prepared to hear "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" being played on the bagpipes. At the foot of the Passage des Abbesses were hundreds of people in plaid. But tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day. What is going on? Are these Scots or odd French dressed up as Scots? As a man walks by dressed as Aristide Bruant, I am sure that I must be having a weird dream.
I spot a group of be-plaided people who are wearing Clydeside jackets and ask them to explain to a confused Canadian what it is that is going on. Apparently, every other year France and Scotland play a rugby match and Montmartre hosts Les Jours Ecossais. The Scots laugh when I explain that I am a visiting Canadian. We're all part of the same family and all that.
|What can be the explanation?|
Apparently, and I know nothing about rugby or many other sports, the term "poules" has something to do the the different matches. (Makes no sense to me).