The Cure
Bordeaux has lots of events going on all the time. I guess that’s what happens when you live in a relatively big city.
Just before the school year started, we were walking around the city center doing some shopping, and noticed some construction happening at the Place des Quinconces. The square was fenced off, tents raised inside, and a stage being built. We looked it up, and apparently, a music festival was coming — the Pagaille Festival.
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Brian saw that the program had The Cure on it, and declared that we have to go see it, if we can get the tickets — apparently in the old days, when we were still young and good-looking, he was a fan. :) The tickets were still available, so on Friday night, August 28, we set out to see a concert.
It was crowded, but not terribly so — nothing like a subway car at rush hour. The stage was pretty far from us, so mostly we were just looking at the screens. We didn’t stay for the whole performance, but it was fun for me. I’ve never been to a music concert before. It’s quite an assault on your senses — the loud music, and the bright lights, and the crowd — so even though we got home late, I didn’t go to sleep right away. I could still hear the echo of the music in my head.
The city looks different at night. There’s illumination around buildings and monuments. On the tram, it’s also a different crowd, which makes sense, because we don’t live the night life. Usually we see moms with strollers, older people with rolling shopping bags, and students with backpacks; this time, we must have seen more of the Millenials / Gen Z mix dressed for going out. At the concert though, I’ve seen quite a lot of old geezers, cough cough, I mean Gen X-ers like us, dressed in black leather, low-cut camis, neon colors, and punk-ish hairstyles. The Cure being popular in the 80s explains that part.
Yay for the new experiences. :)
