Showday 10: Paris

After a restless night, interrupted once again by early morning border control—thankfully without any questions about merchandise, so no taxes to pay—we found ourselves back at the same office in Dover where, last time, there had been a big complaint note about the hot chocolate. This time, the note was gone, so we decided to give it a try... and we all agreed with the original complaint—it tasted like nothing.

Afterward, we boarded the ferry and had a nice breakfast, but I crashed soon after, thanks to my travel pills.

We arrived quite late in Paris, but wow, what a stunning venue! It was a classical building with beautiful stages and grand halls, and the catering had the best bread. It's always a joy to be back in France—they really know their food. But first, I desperately needed a shower! After days on the road, I finally got to take a long, hot shower.

We had a larger crowd today, so we prepared for bigger sales. There was also plenty of space for a good signing session with Eivør after the show.

The performance was one of the band’s best. The audience went absolutely wild.

Since the next day was a rest day at the hotel, we knew it was going to be a party night! I rallied everyone to come dance with me. The venue and hotel were near the Moulin Rouge, so we were bound to find a good spot to party.

And we did! It was one of the best nights of dancing I've had in a long time. Everyone had a blast, and we all got a little tipsy. Luckily, we had the hotel close by and could sleep in until noon!Baca lagi