Nobody ever said a transatlantic transition would be easy.
Thankfully, this last weekend Minneapolis offered the best sort of balm for its Francophile souls.
{Barbette's Bastille Day Block Party}
--Vin blanc, s'il vous plaît.--
The local restaurant specializing in French dining and amusements (I like amusements!) threw a swinging block party - food, libations, live music. Scorching heat didn't stop lots of cool young things from coming out to celebrate France & prison-storming revolutions, and let's be honest, day drink.
Super French, huh?
The food was good but I still got a little wistful dreaming of Parisian street food: kabobs, samari sauce, a nutella and banana crepe (drool).
Also, lots of scantily-clad females, baseball caps and scary pronunciations of Bastille Day made good reminders of our middle America coordinates.
Rouge, Bleu et Blanc.
{{Red, White and Blue}}
\\\a tangible little piece of Paris///
The music was awesome all day but when Astronautalis jumped on stage, he killed it. The crowd got into it and it was the perfect icing on the cake for a day that reminded me of why I love Minneapolis. It is full of creative people that aren't afraid to get excited about the things that they like, something the Parisienne self-aware cool doesn't aways permit.
But hey, maybe this is our Midwest science.
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