I can’t believe how the time passes. November slipped away from me quickly as I passed its last weekend in Greece, without computer, forgetting to upload the posts I had written on previous plane rides: here’s the first half of November’s documentation;
November, part I.
What else can I say? November’s been fantastic so far.
I left you on the last day of October, headed to the Pitchfork Paris Music Festival, which was as fun as expected.
I brought in the month of November flailing my body around like a great rag-doll (partly of freewill, partly from the violently swaying ocean of ecstatic young adults) near the front row of Ratatat. We had to camp out the stage for nearly an hour to get access to that sweaty mosh of a front row. The band put on a great show with lots of hair flipping, light switching, and laser beaming.
After their performance I went and did what I could to salvage all possible value out of my remaining tokens, the rip-off currency that was the only valid purchasing power at the festival.
With a pulled pork sandwich in one hand and a cup of saucy fries in the other, I decided I had fulfilled my Pitchfork potential, fed myself with the quiet determination of man with a stomach for a brain, and rode the metro a (contented) zombie back to my friend’s China-town apartment.
I didn’t need to stick around for the rest of the performances that would’ve seen the sun come up.. I had my fun and besides, the next day was for Versailles and not to be spoiled.
I took the RER line B all the way to its terminus landing in Versailles town.
I stuck around for a while. The golden hour at Versailles was an aesthetically splendid context to see it in; quite befitting and fortifying of Versailles’s ornate nature.
With this minimalist’s word-minimum surpassed, I’ll leave you with a rapid fire of what else November has entailed: • Back2school – cool •Rock-climbing@CalanquesW/frenchies • In Ireland right now.
From a Cliffs of Moher tour bus return trip to Dublin with love,
– Sam