On Saturday morning, we arrived in Paris and, because of a rehearsal with an artist who’d hired us to perform with him after our Paris concert, I took off immediately to try and see what I could of the city. I hopped on the Metro and went to see the Louvre and buildings in the vicinity. I only had about 2 hours before I had to head back. Our rehearsal with Mao Otayeck, held in a local rehearsal studio, lasted for a few hours. Afterwards, we went and briefly listened to some authentic Congolese pop music, complete with dancers, in a separate rehearsal space in the rehearsal studio. The room was packed with musicians, dancers and listeners. It was a vibrant scene, but too loud and too hot for most of to appreciate longer than a few minutes.
By the time we got back to the hotel and had dinner, it was after midnight. I had hoped to visit the Eiffel Tower at night, shimmering in all its glory, but someone had told us (mistakenly, I learned later) that the trains stopped running at 1am on Saturday night, so I gave up my quest, and with a few of the guys went on a post dinner walk along the Seine. It was lovely. On returning to the hotel, I called my mom and wished her a happy birthday.
Walking around Paris