Paris (whatever you do, DO NOT) Eats - Fête de la Musique Style!

Tonight is the Fête de la Musique - my sixth 21st of June in France, my second in Paris.  Last year Copain and I spent the Fête meandering the streets of the 11th, 3rd and 4th arrondissements, enjoying the sights and sounds as we passed by.

This year, however, I'm a lazy bum. On my couch. Reading blogs, watching YouTube, checking out new photos on Facebook. Nothing I'm proud of, but it's all I could manage tonight. (and I may or may not have gotten some mint n' chip ice cream at Picard to keep me company).

While I listened to horrible Frenchie covers of Roxanne and Highway to Hell from the big talents in front of the dive bar across the street, Copain thankfully went out with un ami and sent me some MMS gems that would be a downright crime not to share.

I'm never against a big pile of fries...but let's zoom in shall we?

Take note of the sweaty gleam of this Monsieur's forehead and...hands??!!!

 Run for the anti-bacterial gel people!

Copain's ami was brave enough to get a sandwich, only I guess he got the Fête de la Musique Special -

which strangely looks like poop in a baguette n'est pas?

Needless to say, faites-attention - it's dangerous out there people - maybe pack a snack pack to go instead?

This is Paris

Every June 21st the entire country of France welcomes in the summer months with the Fête de la Musique - a huge music festival that begins at 8.30 and lasts until 2am.  In Paris, musicians young and old, professional and amateur fill the streets, squares and banks of the Seine with their drums, pianos, DJ sets and voices...

Parisians finish their evening aperitifs and join in the party...swaying to the sax at Voltaire, bouncing to the percussion beats by the Pont de l'Archevêché and pushing their way through the techno clubber-filled streets of the Marais.

But sometimes, in sleepy neighborhoods, the streets are quiet and you wonder where the Fête may have gone....until you find it again at a tiny bar du quartier, two fiddle players begin their tune, and the couples break out into a two by two jig right there on the sidewalk.

And then you remember ....this is Paris.