Woah woo listen to the music

neim arles music fest

Today, sans Jacques, we went to the villages of Neim and Arles. We got to see a lot of stuff. Some more Roman things and Medieval, oh and a colosseum that was (in my opinion, though I've never been to Rome) cooler than the one in Rome.  The best, though, was when we came back to Avignon. 

We noticed something was going on when all of the roads were being closed off and every place we went to had stages set up everywhere, including the impressive colosseum. Walking in Arles looking for glaces (ice cream), we walked past a stage with a teenage boy band singing Tracy Chapman's Talking Bout a Revolution but with French accents. 

We finally made it back to Avignon with some traffic detours because all the roads were being blocked off and Jacques informed us that the 21st of June is a national music day where most towns and cities closes their streets and have lots and lots of artists perform. So after another amazing dinner of this gnocchi (which I didn't eat but had never seen before which was cool) and sausage meat, but the good parts of the animal (lamb) with lots and lots of herbs, we headed off to down town to hear the music.

There were so many people out! We got out pretty late (every night we ate with the Pollinis we didn't start eating until 9 at the earliest…typical French dining), but there were still people playing. While we were walking we heard drumming and a Brazilian Drum group walked by. There were like 30-35 people with various percussion instruments gettin' it. DANK. So cool.

We heard a couple of djs, some jazz, some 90s and 70s music cover band who played some nice red hot chilly peppers. The best though was the 80s cover band. The drum was good, but the guitarist and bassist were SICK. The guitarist kept changing into these goofy hats the entire time, had long curly hair, and was AWESOME! It was interesting to listen to the French hits from the 80s and see people react to them. Like how we would all cheer and get really excited if something we all knew started playing except it was French so we couldn't understand the words, but could definitely feel the music.

We stayed there for a while. Jacques really got into it and kept doing these salsa dancing moves. It was hysterical. He was so pumped up. We were all exhausted though. Mariah was having a good time.  I felt lame though cause I was such  wuss for not dancing and getting into it. To be fair, I needed a new pair of contacts and we had been up all day and it was now 1 in the morning, but still. No excuses. I should have been BOLD.