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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 – 
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                  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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