CHATEAUROUX: It was a mad scramble on Saturday morning. Having returned way past midnight from the opening ceremony, it was a challenge to catch the 5.30 am train to this small, sleepy town 300km south of Paris.
After a two-hour ride, a cup of espresso outside the railway station helped clear the mind. Another halfan-hour bus ride later, we reached the shooting ranges, set up in the middle of nowhere.
