Monday was not an ordinary day. Florence went back to work at th insurance underwriter in La Défense. I found out – since I stayed here – I liked to be surprised by the outside noise, to learn everyday was particular. Sunday morning was silent. Instead, when the week began, there were a lot of specific noise. Several engines got going, car doors were slamming heavier than usual. Then, the streets filled with pupils talking loudly.

This morning, I got several phone calls? Despite the pains of my soul and body which had not still accepted my old man stroll up to the chrch, these calls gave me hope. The organization of the summer festivals and gigs was going to remain under my artistic direction but ‘correpondencely” and “distancely”. This summer, everything will take place but without me. But I will be there for sure next year!