The Icelandic band has now finished playing and I think to myself, can the British band (yep, surprise! A British band playing in France) top that? The show is so much more than awesome! Its an unimaginably happy moment for me, one that made me feel maybe I'm dreaming all this up and one only matched by a day in March the next year.
Later that night, in anticipation of getting a fag out of two Canadian chicks in this weather, I befriend them and the chick-number rises out of nowhere to five. The six spend a night out together braving the freezing rain on the bus station of the French town. As one of them rightly put it (and again, I don't remember names) "The night went from the highest high to the lowest low".