Fan (provided) photos

2^nd to last show, I was greeted by some fans, for whom I’d signed autographs the night before, who had a small bouquet of yellow roses and a cd of pictures of me from the show, neatly labeled with my name. How sweet? It was humbling. I went home and checked them out and they were nice, you’ll see one here of me and the guy who made me the disc and one of me signing the program.

We had a couple more sightings in the street. One man insisted upon showing me where Le Printemps department store was. I guess I get why Johnny Depp lives here. You can be famous and recognized but not harassed too badly.

Did I tell you that the restaurant across the street renamed the menu and signage after Michel? All the dishes were names of his songs. They gave some band members the laminated menus after it was done.

You learn a lot about yourself on the road. Not that I was terribly unacquainted with me beforehand, but you come across a variety of weird situations in a relatively short time period. Right now I’m going through high school again in about a month. Crazy. Advanced time travel. Your sense of time is totally screwed up anyhow. Everyday is Thursday, there is no such thing as the weekend. Everyday is the same. Groundhog day. We just had two days off. It was too short – I didn’t get as much accomplished as I’d hope, but we come back to Paris several times, so I can make up for lost time. Plus I can’t do everything without Mark, gotta save some stuff for him. He’s coming sort of soon. See, what’d I tell you about my sense of time.

I heard that we’re driving into snow. Wow!

Sacre Coeur Moulin Rouge etc

Me in front of some fountain at the Charles De Gaulle Place circle (I think) on our "Jour Off" as they call it (day off)

Apparently there are clips on youtube.com of our performances here at Bercy Stadium. So much for copyright! I have no idea how Youtube is even legal, but go look it up if you want to see what we've been up to. I've never even seen what our show looks like yet from afar. Florence, my exchange student has a great picture of me up on the video monitors that she's going to give to me. Last night I visited Moulin Rouge at some ridiculous hour of the night after the show. It was nice but it's the only thing on that block worth pausing for. We did Sacre Coeur as well, but it doesn't look great at night, so today I did it again in daytime and it was much more impressive.

Got barraged by a bunch of groupies last night in a pub across from the venue. I went to eat at this restaurant and it took about 20 minutes to get into the place. Flipside of all of this, some lady and her husband got up and gave us seats because it was an honor for them to have us sit in their seats. I had to take pictures with a bazillion people and it was pretty cool until some nut was like, can you call the artist and have him come meet us over here? Okay, right. A) like I have his number, B) if I did, would I use it to invite him to be mobbed in a bar/restaurant C) isn't he smart enough to NOT give out his number for this very reason and D) he just did a show and is tired, do you think he lives at the venue and sleeps there? He's gone!

This doesn't happen all the time, so it was as funny as it was strange. Today in Pigalle, some fabric store owner recognized me and another girl and was very nice and complimentary. Got harassed by an African guy trying to sell us special spiritual twine. After I told him that we didn't have time (very politely) he said that we weren't true children of Africa. Whatever. Pigalle is deep. We also so some people breakdancing in front of the metro with the crowd around. It was so 1980s America that I just had to walk away. I've already seen that movie. It was boring.

I had a deja vu moment a couple of days ago when I was wandering around alone at the Denfert Rochereau metro stop (after visiting the Luxembourg Gardens.) I knew that I had been on this street before on the same side of the street even. And I tried to swat it away until it dawned on me that yes, indeed I probably was on this street more than a decade ago during my 1 week in Paris in high school. Isn't it strange how the human brain works? I can't remember where my purse is, but I can remember a street I visited once for 5 minutes more than 10 years ago!

It's 2am and I'm tired and want to "get to bed early tonight" so this is it. I'll chat again later.

Moulin Rouge

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