The evening, with the beautiful backdrop of the mountains, included battles of the street bands, with roaming minstrels meeting other bands unexpectedly, creating a clash of sounds and some very confused musicians. One band would always have to back up to allow the other band to continue, and that’s when the battle really began.
One of the highlights was a guitarist who sang songs about Frenchness. I missed some of his jokes, but his songs about the girls in the front row at the gig with a dolphin tattoo on their lower back can really apply to any culture. One song covered the stereotype of buying a van and living in it with a dog, sporting hippy clothes and dreadlocks. This truly is a big trend in France, and I wondered if the singer was getting nervous about the dreadlocked hippies near the front of the stage. Meanwhile, the drunk guy standing up the back near us mumbled a great reply to the singer who had asked a crowd member between songs: “Did you drink beer for breakfast?” Drunk guy: “I did.” And we all knew he was serious.