Monday night was the annual summer music festival known as Fête de la Musique--a day/night where Paris gives herself over to hundreds of musicians for free, open-air performances. I emerged from the metro at Chatêlet to be engulfed by a white-clad group of Africans on a percussion parade, who swept me dancing over the Seine to St. Michel:
It was the perfect lighting for a few night shots of Paris
I met up with friends at Notre Dame, and we wandered around until about midnight, pausing at various points to listen to, among other things, a Southern rock band (complete with a badass mouth harmonica player), a heavy metal band, the world's most terrible Nirvana cover band, and some drum and bass club beats. The quality of the music wasn't always stellar, but the streets were packed with jolly, drinking 20-somethings of all nationalities, and the atmosphere was great.
It was the perfect lighting for a few night shots of Paris
I met up with friends at Notre Dame, and we wandered around until about midnight, pausing at various points to listen to, among other things, a Southern rock band (complete with a badass mouth harmonica player), a heavy metal band, the world's most terrible Nirvana cover band, and some drum and bass club beats. The quality of the music wasn't always stellar, but the streets were packed with jolly, drinking 20-somethings of all nationalities, and the atmosphere was great.
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