Friday’s sleep-sapping evening took in the Moulin Rouge, the famous cabaret near Montmartre, but this morning they’re at another iconic Parisian venue to see an extravaganza of a four-legged kind.
For now, they’ve got space to stretch out and look ahead to one of racing’s most revered days. “It won’t be like this tomorrow,” says David van der Hoeven, resplendent in a brown check suit.
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‘The racing, Paris, the culture’
The seven friends are all committed racing enthusiasts, all with part shares in horses back home. They’re also financial advisers, but the joke is that owning race horses “would be terrible financial advice.”
“It’s a mug’s game,” says Van der Hoeven, despite it emerging he was one of three owners of a horse called Aurora’s Encore, which won the 2013 Grand National, the world-famous steeplechase at Aintree in England.
On the other side of the grandstand, two elegantly dressed English women, Pamela and Sarah, pose for a photo in front of a life-size bronze statue of famed French racehorse Gladiateur
Their Friday evening in Paris had been rather different, a night at the Opera watching “La Traviatta.” This is their 13th trip, a tradition inspired by Pamela’s love for the horse Dylan Thomas — her late mother was a fan of the Welsh poet of the same name — which won the Arc, as Sunday’s big race is known, in 2007.
The Arc, Europe’s richest race worth 5 million euros ($5.5 million), has been the unofficial European championship for middle-distance horses since its inauguration in 1920.
It has crowned some of the most celebrated horses in the sport, its status enhanced by the aura, romance and setting in the City of Light.
“It’s the whole thing, the racing but also Paris, the culture, a chance to have some fabulous food and some nice wine and just have a break,” says Pamela.
About 45,000 visitors will attend over the two days with a third expected to come in a great invasion from Britain and Ireland. All will have their own story, but this year there appears to be a common thread
“We always go to Royal Ascot and the Arc’s always been on the list, but Enable was the final motivation we needed,” says Londoner Tony Cawley as he peers over the parade ring. He is speaking about the wonder horse Enable, who is bidding for a record third straight Arc.
Another win would elevate her to “immortal” status in racing, says her jockey Frankie Dettori. She is already the people’s favorite.
‘It’s the Arc, isn’t it?’
Much of the pre-racing chat revolves around Longchamp’s gleaming grandstand, which replaced an historic stone edifice as part of a $145 million redevelopment. Designed by renowned architect Dominique Perrault, its four stories tilting forward are said to evoke a galloping horse.
Englishman Colin Mayes, sitting on a wooden bleacher on the first floor, says it looks like a “supermarket.” Others admire its presence, if not the colour, which Perrault claims matches the autumnal hues of the woody surrounds of the Bois de Boulogne, above which pokes the top two thirds of Eiffel Tower.
Re-branded ParisLongchamp, the Arc returned in 2018 after a two-year residency at Chantilly, but organizers were slammed for long queues and inadequate betting and catering facilities
The British and Irish, it seems, are far more partial to drinking and gambling than the locals. “Just teething problems,” says Russell Provan, one of the Scots. But some of Colin’s friends had refused to come this year because of the debacle.
“I did, because it’s the Arc, isn’t it?” said Colin, who first visited Longchamp in 1970.
It appears organizers have listened to the gripes. Bars abound, inside the grandstand and around the concourse and leafy lawns — 8 euros ($9) for a pint of beer, 12 euros ($13) for a glass of champagne — and there are plenty of pop-up food stalls.
The official blurb says there are nearly 400 betting terminals, arranged in rows like slot machines in a casino. Those preferring some form of human interaction opt for roaming operators in green vests or the betting windows, marked “Pariez ici” (Bet here).
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‘Drink champagne, wear beautiful clothes’
Noticeable among the gently swelling crowd is the number of Japanese visitors
The Arc has become a holy grail for fans from Japan, which is still seeking a first ever winner in the race.
They visit in such numbers that there are signs in Japanese, Japanese speaking information assistants and specialist betting stations. There are 90 accredited journalists from Japan, more than last year.
About 50 million euros ($55 million) will be wagered on the race worldwide, with half of that in Japan and Hong Kong, according to organizers.
“It’s a very important objective and a symbolic race. It’s every horseman’s dream in Japan to win the Arc,” says Yasu Koike, who is over from Tokyo to visit friends but can’t resist a second trip to Longchamp after seeing Japanese horse Orfevre edged into second in 2013.
And what of the locals? “French people are not like the British, they are not big fans of racing but they talk about the Arc,” says Le Parisien journalist Romain Poree.
“It’s an event, not really a sports event. They like betting, so it’s more of a game. They come because they can drink champagne and wear beautiful clothes, but they don’t come to support certain horses.”
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As Saturday morning turns to early afternoon, spectators watch on lazily as racing begins. Cheering is low key. Polite applause is de rigueur for now. Cigar smoke wafts in the autumn air.
The 48-year-old Dettori has his first ride of the weekend in the fourth race, the lucrative Prix de Royallieu. He wins on a horse named Anapurna, also trained by Enable’s handler, the Newmarket-based John Gosden. It’s an encouraging sign for the combination, and the ebullient Dettori dusts off his trademark flying dismount back in the winner’s circle.
Asked, inevitably, how he is feeling about Sunday’s big race the colorful Italian says: “If I tell you I wasn’t nervous I’d be lying. We are trying to scale a mountain that’s never been scaled before. It is no gimme.”
Gosden’s towering son Thaddeus deputises for his father in the ring, and he tells Longchamp TV host Liz Price that Enable is “very happy” after Traveling over through the channel tunnel.
Oysters and dark chocolate
Throughout the afternoon the atmosphere remains one of genteel enjoyment, save for one group of English lads whose beery chanting is more akin to a football match.
During the eighth race, the Qatar Prix du Cadran, a Frenchman in pink trousers and glasses is on his feet, pumping his fists and shouting, “Allez … allez … allez.”
He is very excited when a horse called Holdthasigreen wins, and he hugs a number of women in his party before clambering upwards over the seats.
Shortly afterwards, he can be seen bounding onto the podium in the winner’s circle behind the grandstand with a grin as shiny as the silverware he is accepting. It turns out he’s one of the owners and has just won a slice of $190,000.
As dusk encroaches, the racing tribe trickles back into every nook of Paris, where life continues oblivious. At a pavement bistro on Rue Cler, American tourists swap tales of European tours, while a waiter gives a French couple the inside scoop on the best way to eat oysters. “Chocolat noir et puis l’huitre,” he nods.
Sunday dawns with hammering rain, but it’s not enough to short-circuit the electricity buzzing around the course.
Saturday’s returning tide of racegoers has been swelled by a great wave crashing into Longchamp for Arc day. It’s like an international jamboree in sharp suits and colorful hats.
The hype is everywhere. The Racing Post Newspaper’s front page headline screams “E-Day,” while Paris Turf has an image of Enable emerging through the Arc de Triomphe under the headline “Histoire.”
Plenty sport pink and green — the colours of Enable’s owner Khalid Abdullah, worn by Dettori when she races. There is even an official Enable merchandise tent selling bags, hats and placards.
Longchamp’s dress code is “laissez faire” — upper class Parisians in understated chic mingle with ordinary “turfistes” in jeans and sneakers.
But the style factor has definitely gone up a notch from yesterday. A pair of English women from County Durham turn heads with their spectacular outfits.
“We love racing anyway, but we’re here for Enable, we’re just rooting for her,” says Marie Brown, sporting a sparkly sequined rainbow number alongside her friend Carly Gasper in a stunning red dress with burgundy hat.
The sun is out muscling the clouds and Longchamp bubbles to easy beats as racegoers flood in. The Scotsmen, with fresh suits and fresh drinks, reveal they attended a Q&A with Dettori the night before. All is well in Enable world, they report.
Van der Hoeven tells the tale of his Grand National win, and how, because the horse was a late entry, he was actually in Crete on a pre-arranged family holiday at the time. That evening was “slightly surreal,” he says, as he scoured a small Greek village for something resembling champagne to drink.
Among the sizeable Japanese contingent, Masaki Izuka from Sapporo is soaking up the atmosphere in the stands. He’s with a group of friends on a tour to France for five days. “My dream is to come here,” he says. “It’s wonderful. This race No.1.”
The Arc is the fourth race of the day, off at 16:05 local time. In a sure sign the showpiece is approaching, the tree-lined parade ring is filling up fast with racing’s “beau monde.” Expensive hair, expensive shoes.
Soon, the Arc jockeys file in behind placards bearing their horse’s name and colors, and disperse to join connections — the name given to all the people directly associated with the horse — for a quick meet and greet and a final chat on tactics.
It’s a horsey hullabaloo in designer outfits as sharp-elbowed media types duck and dive, trying to get a word or the best shots.
At the eye of the storm, the diminutive Dettori chats with the imposing Gosden, who stands calmly with his hands behind his back, brown fedora on head.
Enable approaches, led around by groom Imran Shawani. “Right, here we go then,” says Dettori and he gives her a pat on the nose as she strides past before grabbing her reins, planting his left boot in the stirrup and mounting up in one fluid motion with the assistance of Gosden.
One lap of the packed paddock to urgings of “Come on, Frankie” from the massed punters, and then they file out to parade in front of the grandstands. Cue more chanting of Dettori’s name.
Those spectators who haven’t already secured a vantage point rush to the course side of the grandstand, straining for a view of the race, or at least a TV screen.
There is a hush as the field sets off at a lick, disappearing briefly behind a copse before emerging to climb to the high point of the course ahead of a sweeping downhill right-hander into the final straight.
Enable tracks the leaders from fourth … and then third .. and then she pours on the power to surge clear with 300 meters left to run.
Celebrations are simmering in the crowd, fists half-raised, roars beginning in the back of throats … but eyes are drawn to a red rocket tracking like a tracer on the outside … 100 meters to go .. .Enable is still clear … 80 meters … Enable leads … 50 … Waldgeist is alongside … 20 … Waldgeist is in front …
Waldgeist flashes across the line first and jockey Pierre-Charles Boudot, in red silks, punches the air.
Groans and intakes of breath reverberate around Longchamp. People look at friends and strangers wide-eyed, mouths open. Really? Enble didn’t win? No fairytale ending? No feel-good vibes and later boasts of “I was there”?
A pall of deflation hangs in the air, save for the minority who have backed Waldgeist. He’s lost three times to Enable but won the French Derby this year.
Back in the ring, Dettori slips quickly off Enable, no flamboyant flying dismount this time. Tight-jawed and drawn, he is enveloped by a thicket of reporters. He offers a few sentences, the gist being that the rain-softened ground is to blame, before seeking solace in the privacy of the weighing room.
Somewhere else in the maelstrom, a more upbeat Gosden tells Aly Vance for CNN’s Winning Post he is “very proud” of Enable, given a record of two wins and a second in the Arc.
“How can we love her any less,” is the view of Teddy Grimthorpe, racing manager to Prince Khalid.
The scenes of jubilation for party-pooper-in-chief Boudot, veteran trainer Andrew Fabre and the German owners of Waldgeist are almost overshadowed by the general sense of disbelief.
For Boudot it is a first victory. “I can die now,” laughs the 26-year-old. Fabre offers a quick reaction on a record-extending eighth Arc win, but first since 2006. “The start of an impressive run,” jokes the quietly spoken Frenchman, who at 73 is approaching the end of his career.
Boudot wins a later race, the Qatar Prix de la Foret, to make it six winners for the weekend. He is living the dream. He has become an instant celebrity and signs countless autographs and poses for selfies.
By now there is a chill in the late afternoon air. The die-hards are making a good fist of drinking the bars dry. Others mingle around the concourse and the parade ring, reflecting. “We were all here to see Enable, everyone wanted her to win,” says Natalie Asper, who came up from Switzerland with her cousin.
“We’re disappointed. Shocked, but not surprised. “Still… it’s been a beautiful weekend.”