The Fête de Musique in France takes place all over the country on the night of summer solstice.
Anyone with a voice, a musical group and/or an amplifier can take to the streets to try to find an audience. To me this sounds like a nightmare.. but this year I went with a few pals to sit in Place Garibaldi and sip a few glasses of rosé and have a listen.
Suddenly, coming down the street , an amazing thrill of drum rolls and a motley group appeared out of nowhere, 20 or so youngish drummers male and female all pounding away to the signals of an energetic and charismatic leader.
I wanted to follow them ANYWHERE.
They were captivating. What is it about the trill of drums that is a primordial call to us all. Feet just won't stay still.
They passed into the distance with a pied piper trail behind them.... and the children continued to spin cart-wheels in the square.
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