The party started very late, at 11:30, and it already felt like another day for me, given how off my schedule was. I had, if you remember, woken up extremely late that morning due to the fête de la musique from the night before, and seen a play with Macs at the Comédie Française. Mélanie and I met at the métro stop Blanche, right next to it in Montmartre, an overly touristy section of Paris prone to pickpocketing (three students in my tour of Montmartre when I studied abroad here were pickpocketed during the tour). But, at night, it becomes a burlesque party house, with lots of surrounding bars. People of all types show up, and this was apparently the biggest party of them all.
The entrance has a giant firetruck. Not sure why, but we took pictures with it!
Check out Mélanie's sorority pose (fun fact: when she studied abroad at Johns Hopkins, she joined a sorority!)
The party had so many different rooms and levels, the bottom of which was "la machine," where there would be live music much, much later. Other levels were bars, lounges, dance floors, etc. At first, it was pretty comfortable—not a TON of people—but it soon became extremely crowded.
The words are upside down, but you can tell it says "La Machine," right?
After quite a while, we noticed some strange music going on from the Machine room, and when we headed over there, we noticed there was a pretty complicated concert going on. The theme of the party was "Route 66" and I guess for French people that means quite simply: American music. The performers dressed up as a long line of the least-talented but most well-known celebrities—Lady Gaga, Katy Perry (I have no idea if I'm spelling that right), etc. Honestly, I was a bit insulted after a while, but the crowd seemed to enjoy it. Anyway, here are more pictures:
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