This weekend I went to a wine festival where I was able to sample wine, cheese, sausage, and foie gras. I didn't learn until after my feasting was complete that foie gras is actually liver of duck, but it was still delicious. The wine was excellent as well, although anything is going to be good when you are used to drinking the one euro wine from the grocery store. I tried to appear as experienced a wine drinker as possible, but unfortunately i don't think i was blessed with a fine pallet. I didn't bring my camera so these pictures are courtesy of Miss Christie George.
smelling the wine like a professional
The next night I went to Les Festival Des Chants De Mars, or "The festival of songs of march," which is a music festival featuring different French artists in different venues throughout the city. The opening act was Atch, comprised of two local singer/guitarists from Lyon, and the main artist was some weird guy named K. I really liked Atch because they had the type of quiet humor only seen in bands that are still working on their sound and trying to make themsevles known. I thought K was a bit strange, but thats probably because by the time he took the stage I was already exhausted from tying to understand the french songs. K was really into audience participation, and he sang one song I could only assume was about the hazards of transportation because he had one side of the theatre make car noises and the other side make bike noises. He also sang a song where he put on a pair of really dark sunglasses and then ripped off his jacket to reveal a tight black t-shirt. The french audience seemed to love it, but i still have no idea what the song was about.
Atch
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