The First day of Summer is celebrated in many places by the Fête de la Musique. It started here in France may years ago and It's a pretty big deal, so a couple of us decided to go into Paris for the evening. We first started in Saint Germain and walked around a bit before catching the train into the city. The streets were full of people and children up well past their bed times. Every 50 yards would be a band or guitarist playing varied times of music. The weather had been terrible all day but it cleared up just in time and it seemed everyone came out to see the shows.
On the train ride in, a group of French people, about my age, decided they wanted to practice their English with us. It's very common for people to join our conversations for this reason, so you end up meeting a lot of random people. When we got to Paris, we walked through the Marais, and around the Pompidou Center. We walked under Notre Dame, all lit up, and down the Seine. By this time it had started to rain again, but no one really seemed to care and the streets were as crowded as ever. A little before 2am, we decided to head home. Waiting around in the station, we were entertained by one of the craziest women I've ever seen. I'm not sure what she was going for, but she just couldn't stop dancing barefoot in Metro, making what I can only assume were her attempts at sexy faces. Big fail on her part. It was a unifying moment for those of us on the train though. In any culture, she was a unique individual.
On the train ride in, a group of French people, about my age, decided they wanted to practice their English with us. It's very common for people to join our conversations for this reason, so you end up meeting a lot of random people. When we got to Paris, we walked through the Marais, and around the Pompidou Center. We walked under Notre Dame, all lit up, and down the Seine. By this time it had started to rain again, but no one really seemed to care and the streets were as crowded as ever. A little before 2am, we decided to head home. Waiting around in the station, we were entertained by one of the craziest women I've ever seen. I'm not sure what she was going for, but she just couldn't stop dancing barefoot in Metro, making what I can only assume were her attempts at sexy faces. Big fail on her part. It was a unifying moment for those of us on the train though. In any culture, she was a unique individual.
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