I wanted to see the Parisians dancing in the streets. But either I was looking in the wrong spot, or the fun is cancelled for August, or a sprinkle of rain scared the dancers away.

Instead I did get to hear the amazing voice of Michel Godin des Mers, almost throat singing his incomprehensible poetry. In a false beard and caftan he sang his heart out about... democracy? Civil revolution? Human beings? Darned if I know.

As for dancing, I did a few camouflaged skips to the piano accordeonist and the student jazz bands I encountered.