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Just Above Sunset
August 8, 2004: Friday night - La rando du vendredi à Paris...
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Ric Erickson drops a line from Paris –
And
this – Saturday
night dancing on the Quai Saint Bernard turned out to be much livelier than I remembered.
In the several mini-bays on the quay there were tango dancers, samba dancers, salsa dancers and up higher on a platform
there was a big mob doing Cuban things - sponsored by Radio Latina and the Bar La Pena. Four sets of music and thousands of Parisians and visitors. Some
total-night photos made possible by the passing bateaux-mouches with their lights.
No sign of any governor in charge; absolutely peaceful anarchy. Across
the river, Paris Plage packed by people out for air and warm freedom, with more freelance music and applause for 'Hotel
California' played solo under a bridge. The audience added to the choruses. Paris Plage ? - Ric’s photo and text at Eighteen More Days of Paris Plage from 31 July. In was back in 2002 that this brave project was launched to turn two miles of the Right Bank of
the Seine (near the Pont Neuf and Hotel de Ville) into a beach, complete with white sand, palm trees, sunbeds and parasols,
for the summer season. It has returned every year since - welcome to the Paris Plage. The €1 million initiative,
branded by the Socialist mayor Bertrand Delanoe, as "a bit crazy", has become a permanent annual event. The Parisians literally
took to the beach and showed what a good idea they thought it was! In addition to lounging on the sunbeds, visitors can take
part in a range of free sporting activities, including petanque and volleyball, and dance in the old-time dance cafes, known
as ginguettes. A beach with palm trees
in Paris? Why not? Everyone needs a little beach time. I wish I could capture the rumble as the hoard of rollerbladers approaches - and I do remember
the first time I heard that low rumble in the distance. As an L.A. guy my first thought was - Shit, another damned
earthquake! - but then I got it, and they rounded the corner from rue des Rennes and right onto boulevard St-Germain under
my hotel window and off toward the Odeon. Cool. Ric shot this back - Apropos 'rumble' - the patience of held-up automobilistas is astonishing. While the horde
passes, somewhat slowly if there's a lot of them, the conducteurs cool their Friday night heels with nary a beep from
a klaxon. With traffic stopped, yes, you can hear the rollers - but it's more of a swishing sound. So, as they traverse
Paris the first thing you notice is the fall-off of traffic noise. Why did it get quiet? Then this wagon train
of party people on little wheelies comes along, passes for ten to twenty minutes, and the end is swept up by six police vans
and a couple of SAMU ambulances with the twinkling blue lights. And the website is pari-roller.com (click on the little UK flag for the English version) - You can watch or join a group at Friday Night Fever starting from Gare Montparnasse. At
22h00 (that's ten at night) rollerbladers take off for an eighteen-mile tour around the city (with police escort). If in town,
give a call for details - Rollerbladers Association: Loi 1901 23-5 Rue Jean-Jacques Rousseau Tel 01 44549442 But I think you can just
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