paris. new year’s eve 2012
i’ve joined the legions wooed by the enchanted city.
cobblestone lanes captivating from window to lamp post, around curves and through archways, beckoning like a fairy’s secret. bridges bearing our footsteps like memories. lights spiriting our fancy backwards into a child’s picture book.
and music! although my journey to share new year’s eve with the remarkable sly blue did not live up to its expectation, i danced a night away in a paris cave that won my heart nonetheless.
le speakeasy turned out to be a rather unwelcoming venue on december 31, 2012, in an overpacked, underwhelming kind of way. but a couple of nights later we slipped across the seine to caveau de la huchette at the suggestion of toronto singer samantha clayton. there we entered a cave carved from rock and stone into rough expressions of primal beauty. a cramped, underground haunt that verged on stifling, where prisoners were tortured during the revolution. and it was here, in the unlikely juxtaposition of agony and ecstasy, that i danced with unbridled joy to the Drew Davies Rhythm Combo.
my new year’s eve celebration of the magic of music – two days late and perfect.