The first day of summer is celebrated by la fête de la musique everywhere in France. Big cities have huge outdoor celebrations for all sorts of music. The one in Paris is televised, of course.
Since I live in a suburb of Annecy, the local fête here was rather small – it was actually nothing more than one song in Arabic. That was recorded. And lasted for four hours.
David told me the music traditionally doesn’t stop until 6 AM. Luckily there was silence by midnight so I could attempt to sleep, but I still had a lingering feeling that I was somehow still in Egypt.
