In the morning we watched Abouna, an African film that again I couldn't tell you very much about. Yikes.
For lunch we hit up MacDo once again, this time near the Bastille (which is a few blocks away from ACCENT, where class is held). In my opinion it was quite delicious.
I love MacDo and I am not ashamed
ICE!! A commodity very rarely seen here. I tried to treasure it.
And then we got gelato - the flower styling method seems to be popular here.
In the evening we went to the Latin Quarter in search of a jazz club, something I really wanted to do while here since I'm not legal to in the US.
Le Caveau des Oubliettes, which heralds its "jazz" performances in the window.
It started off okay -- a trio of a guitarist, a drummer and a keyboardist. The keyboardist was a bit distracting, in one of his improvisatory choruses of the F blues he held a stationary Bb for 3/4s of the chorus, and insisted on using the same jazz organ patch while the group switched to several genres where jazz organs don't really belong. With the introduction of the female singer, whose English accent and already nasal tone resembled that of Eartha Kitt, came several English songs I wasn't aware of, one of them "Boy" and a few others I don't remember. Then there was a song about 'café' in Italian.
But the pivotal moment of the performance for me was definitely the last song we stayed for - "These Boots are Made for Walkin.'" Quality jazz right there.
Called it a night fairly early and hoped the next day would be better.
Walking total: 4.4 miles.
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