Paris, Lille, Paris

Air France gets my vote. They didn’t blink an eye as i toted my guitar as a second carry-on. Very good dinner, too. I watched The American, which was a bit of a bore, save for the wonderful cinematography. A quick and painless flight gets me to Paris at about 9am. I am very wiped out but can’t check into my hotel till 2, so I wander the streets of this magnificent but maniacal city in a bit of a daze. Finally some sleep, then I meet my friend Yan, who happens to be in town from Lille, and his lovely girlfriend Rachel for a drink. The next morning we drive to Lille for the first show. Peekaboo is a great little bar, very colourful and comfy. Yan, aka Nehan, does a great opening set then I do my thing. The crowd is a little noisy so i feel no pressure and am allowed to lose myself in the songs, some of which I am playing live for the first time. All in all a great gig and the next day it’s back to Paris for a show at a great new venue called L’International. Good room, good sound. I hang out with French booker Nicolas, which is always nice. Accomodations are in a large, beautiful old apartment near Place de Clichy, thanks Rachel!