It seems my party days are long gone. I left work around 7ish this past Friday super excited to celebrate my first Fête de la Musique à Paris! Based on recommendations from a colleague, we chose to head to Republique which did not disappoint. There was a large variety of bands and musicians on every other corner almost immediately after we exited the metro station. Rock bands, solo singers, guitar players, Latino bands, Creole music, electro music and even an older group of chorus singers enjoying some classical and nostalgic French songs. It was amazing! We decided to grab some Lebanese finger food and crossed Canal St Martin in search of a teeny spot by the river where we could lodge. It was swarming with people! We had a lovely dinner by the water and then headed to one of my favorite little eateries: the crêperie, Lulu La Nantaise where I indulged in my favorite nutella, noisettes crêpe and N had his classical pomme caramel beurre salé. Unfortunately, despite my excitement to be out as late as possible drinking in this incredible atmosphere, the burden of the work week weighed down on me very quickly. By midnight my eyes were failing to resist sleep and my legs were desperate for salvation.
What I really loved about this day was how universal it felt. There was something for everyone. All genres, all ages, all backgrounds and it was really something everyone could enjoy no matter their story. We even passed a garbage truck that was punmping his radio! It was a celebration day for all and Paris was buzzing in a way I hadn’t experienced before. This day was supposed to be celebrated partout but our posh 16eme arrondissement neighborhood was quiet as a mouse in comparison to other areas. Still, I was grateful to come back to that quiet solitude in my sleepy state.
What a wonderful way to celebrate the longest day of the year in style. Of-course, like its language, this is a country of many exceptions, and this longest day of the year has brought with it a cold wave that put me back in boots and a coat today. In June. Reallyy? Really Paris? So much for summer… lucky for your dear Paris, I love you still.