This past Thursday, on the longest day of the year, all across France people took to the streets all night music and performances. Even here in Versailles we witnessed the largest crowds of people ever seen on the streets (at least since we’ve been here).
As Heather put to me later: “Everyone and their sister’s garage band must be out tonight!” Honestly, it sure seemed that way. The demographic here in Versailles, however, was noticeably lacking in variety. Almost entirely families with young kids, or droves of high school kids drinking and smoking.
The quality in music also varied greatly, from college age rock bands with smoke generators and light shows, to middle-aged dads reliving their younger years by trying, unsuccessfully, to scream out like Mick Jagger after several decades of heavy smoking. No, really, I’ve never heard Sympathy for the Devil played so slowly and so quietly before…
Then there was the group above who fancied themselves a Reggae group. It was fun, and Heather and I danced for a bit, but there’s something about French/forty-something/white that just doesn’t work with Bob Marley.
Then there was this guy.
Face split in a toothy grin from ear to ear, he was on cloud nine for a good 20-30 minutes before the drums finally stopped. A genuine joy to watch.
By the time we made our way back to the apartment it was nearly 11pm and still light out. It’s tough to go to sleep when you think its still six in the evening. The late night light is good for sunset shots of the Chateau.