Bezier although bigger and has clearly had more money thrown at it, but it didn’t really offer the same sense of welcoming comradery that I’ve felt at other club rugby residences. It’s primarily concrete and iron girder backbone did well to keep us dry during the game but other than the 30 men in tight shorts tossing around an egg shaped ball, the ville left very little in the way of eye candy! Now, I was wearing a white blouse and a linen burnt orange skirt. No I’m not simply telling you how hot I looked, granted it is true that I did(lol), but rather I’m building up to how unimpressed I was having to wipe the seats of dust and or bird poo before being able to sit down. I kid you not, we walked up and down the stairs in search of an accept perch for my posteriorbut eventually I had to dig a Kleenex out of my bag and wipe some down(see photos of tissue evidence.) The cabin type shop by our seats sold sofa drinks, beer, sandwiches(which were not great but filled a hole) and crisps that tasted pretty greasy. I was disappointed that there was no wine on sale buy there may have been at another stand. Don’t get me wrong it was great to be there and paying only € 20 for the Honneur or best seats in the stadium I’d defiantly go again, but just be aware it’s more of an old jeans number to avoid upset because I doubt they’ll be paying my dry cleaning bill!