In Paris, the Fête de la Musique overflowed the cauldron

Two Parises rubbed shoulders during the Fête de la Musique, and the two together probably make the city what it is. The first, reasonable, well-organized, elegant, and with a tendency to museum-ify everything it touches. The second, joyful, chaotic, excessive, sublime, but also, inevitably, exhausting.

At 10:12 p.m., when the cauldron rose into the air above the Tuileries Gardens, the successful spirit of the Olympic Games returned for a moment. The electric balloon rose slowly and we thought back to the atmosphere of serene joy that swept through the city last August. A magical impulse elevates this nacelle. In this axis, packed with monuments, it naturally finds its place, even if some wanted to see it installed elsewhere to celebrate a Paris beyond the ring road . For this little shot of nostalgia, which was missing the live exploits of