Starting out feeling good...And for once we all did! First we had some "get the stuff in the car" fun...

And after an eight hours ride (all fun) some typical "desperados waiting for a plane" posing...

A lady called Aideen and a fellow I unfortunatley forgot the name of...it will be some of that this time... welcomed us at the airport in Beauvais . They took us to the hotel where we could find a Volkswagen Beetle in the lobby!? Sorry no pic of that... Later they took us to the amazing...tent? Half tent? oh well place called the Magic Mirrors. Hey we did some posing there to!

Look inside!

No we didnt´play there...

Then everything is a bit...blurry because of all the nice French talking people but hey look there´s Eric Bling! and Lars, talking about graphics or something...

Lars and Bling

Let´s see we went to the Cathedral...

But God weren´t allowed to come out and play...

So we decided to do the gig without him/her/it or whatever your religion makes you think...

To me: God is somekind of verb...

Bringing a lot of back back!

The next day we got lost. When we tried to ask for the way, we found a gate but couldn´t find the house to it... By the look of it it should be a rather big house but...

And the fact that we were talking Swedish didn´t help...

So we were forced to eat snails, which tasted delicious by the way, and then to look at some tower that was old and made of iron... Nothing like Multrå Mountain at home I´ll tell you...?

So let´s do another gig!

Then we could go to bed and have a good nights sleep before more waiting and driving fun!

Oh all the glamour that is the mythical life of Punk Rock Blues...

 

AND ONCE AGAIN!

There´s too many people that we want to thank so we can´t mention them all but here´s some we just have to let you know about. Hope I´ve spelled the names right….Great thanks to: Laurent who decided to book us. Eric and David who pushed us to even try to get there. Alex the smiling sound guy (who at least I forgot to thank properly when I was there Sorry!) Corrine for sorting things out so that everything worked as a charm. Nathalie for, among of a lot of things, the help with info about the trains to Paris. Yes, we ate them ”Escargots”. And of course all the others that was helping out. Last but not least we wanna send the biggest Merci Beaucoup in the world to our ”babysitters”: The Irish lady Aideen, the amazingly patient Cécil, the energetic, non-drinking(!) Helene. Without these women everything would have been much more complicated. What we probably will remember the most is talking with them about architecture, food and people in Beauvais and France and Växjö. Hey, when can we get back?