In Toulouse, a little rain in the deep end of the Fête de la Musique
Despite a few showers, the people of Toulouse designated the Fête de la Musique in all tones on Tuesday evening, moving briskly from rock to jazz, from funk to salsa. Good humor was present in the streets.
After days of a historic heat wave, there had to be threatening clouds to accompany the Fête de la Musique. As if, in advance, the water is preparing to fall. The more grumpy, embarrassed each year by the “ramming up” of ultra-sound concerts, hoped that the rain would shorten the festivities, the most optimistic said to themselves that, no matter, they would sing in the rain like in a musical.
In the end, Toulouse satisfied both. The first drops fall at 7 p.m. But the people of Toulouse are only too happy to finally be able to go out without being overwhelmed by the heat. “It’s going to be good, refresh a little”, tries to reassure a father to his daughter installed on his shoulders.
Place Saint-Pierre, the “boom boom boom” try to compete in decibels, but no trace of acoustic instrument. A DJ plays under the Nougaro poster at the intersection of rue Valade and rue Pargaminière, marking the passing of the years and the evolution of music.
At 7:30 p.m., the sky and the Garonne have almost the same shade of gray. But the Pink City is still stamping its feet on Place de la Daurade. A reggae group plays in front of the Spare, a traveling band of young musicians in green overalls advances playing the “Imperial March”. While below, in the old morgue of the Garonne, large speakers pulsate to wake the dead. “Three drops aren’t going to stop us,” says someone cheerfully.
The dancing feet slide on the cobblestones and the ears go from note to note and from street to street. But, on a bench, two Toulousaines await the lull. “The rain is the only problem with the music festival! At 8 p.m., the Capitole, imposing and so proud, is empty. Under the arches, smells rise to the nostrils but only one music allows the ears: electro.
At Les Carmes, a large marching band parades, people sing on the balconies and some electric guitar riffs can be heard in the distance. Two thirty-year-olds take shelter under the trees: “We come from Saint-Michel, we’ve been walking for a while now to find something other than DJs! “. The group is called Rue des Palmiers. In the distance, a barbecue smell still reminds us that summer has just arrived.