Another squat. This one, much smaller. Once again, the people who run it are cool as shit. Different punks here in France. Responsible. This time, I played after the hardcore. I like it, but after the 6th or 7th band in 2 nights that are SCREAMING AT ME, I'm growing weary. Played a warmly received little set and bid them adieu. Sold some merch. The punks can be quite open minded here and they tend to be friendly. Which is cool because the sleeping quarters are quaint. Meaning smelly mattresses pushed close together on the floor. Jessica would not be ok with it. At all. No. Way. Overall it was a fun show. I'm starting to wear down. Lack of sleep and constant stimulation. Still, I would play every night in a different city for the rest of my life if I could. For sure.