Charly asked if we wanted to have dinner with him and his friends on the friday night, and ofcourse we did. “What do you want to eat?” Hmm, something french of course. Celine suggested Raclette, and that’s what we made. At the subway they sang us a french song, Aloette, but didn’t want to tell us what it meant. It was mean and bad they said. We played guitar and went to a rock n roll club later in the night.
And now, as I’m about to upload the sound, I realised that the beginning is from thursday night, and the dinner from friday. So it’s actually part of two nights in Paris.