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For the music festival, Trans Musicales, here in Rennes the bars as well established their own music festival called Bars En Trans but sadly my knowledge of French bands is lacking and I didn’t know who most of the list was but I did recognize Mister Heavenly. I had feared that I would miss the show because it started at 19.30 and I had class until 20.00 and of course that means not really getting out of the apartment until 20.30, but as we arrived at 21.00 the door man told us that no, the show starts at 21.00 and we had missed nothing. Which still made no sense because the tickets even said that it started at 19.30, but whatever. Nothing is ever on time in France, except museum tours. The first band was a group called Monogrenade which I have searched for the music on the internets for and it seems that there is just a lacking of the emotion and beauty of their music when it becomes recorded. Their cellist shreaded her cello with a maniacal grin on her face. During the br

After a day wandering the Parisien streets we decided to finish our brief Paris trip with a stop off at the Arc de Triomphe. It dwarfs with its size. After taking some cliché tourist photos (those things that everyone takes, but no one really looks at) we took the tunnel under the street to climb up in the in the middle and see it first hand. Capitalism had another plan since it seemed that it would cost 6 euros each just to wander around the base. Fulya decided that we should just enter through the exit. As we left we noticed that some officers had stationed themselves at the top of the stairway, but as we went up it just became apparent that paying would be ridiculous. The shape of the Arc created a wind tunnel of cold night air, so we stayed mostly in the other tunnel of the arc that was shielded from the wind. A girl in a hooded jacket sitting off to the side makes momentary eye contact but then looks down at a journal or sketchbook. I assume she is making observation