I remember when I was in Paris for the World Cup in 1998, there were literally thousands of kilted Scots in the city for the opening game against Brazil. The night before the game, the avenue where the famous Moulin Rouge is was flooded with kilts and most of the Scots were standing in the central reservation where the huge extractor fans were coming from the Metro. It was like a scene from the Seven Year Itch starring Marilyn Monroe only with a multitude of kilted Scots playing the lead role. Not for the faint-hearted but there were no arrests as the French Police just looked on in amazement.
Julian