Scotland destroy France Grand Slam dreams after stunning win
More than three hours before kick-off at Murrayfield every route into the old place was lined with blue, white and red, the streets full of French colour, the air full of French song.
Approaching the stadium, you started to question the numbers you'd been given about the scale of the visiting support - 15,000 they said. It felt like 20,000 and more.
At the back of the West Stand, they lined the road waiting for the French players to arrive. They climbed the steps normally occupied solely by Scots and waited in their lofty vantage points for the Grand Slam champions-to-be.
French flags, French scarves, French fans with tricolor wigs and cockerel hats. They were everywhere. When Les Bleus appeared, you'd have sworn we were in Paris. They'd all come for a party but instead attended a wake.
