Fête de la musique

I don't know when this festival started, though I suspect the BH does, having been conscripted year after year in its organisation in Edinburgh. It's a bit of an oxymoron, music in a thoroughly unmusical country. To be honest, it's the most tone-deaf nation I have ever encountered, but one where the few converts to Ste Cécile have shone by exceptional talent and devotion.

Tonight is the Fête de la musique, and the offering (Opfer, for Bach afficionados) is entirely demotic and hyperamplified. Nothing against that, providing that the Eustachian apparatus actually works under such pressure waves rebounding from the narrow streets.