nuit blanche











Saturday night.

I somehow made an appointment with a friend and went out,

For some reason, it seemed busier than usual.



Of course, it's "nuit blanche" day in Paris.

By the way. . . I completely forgot! Actually, I didn't know.

Wasn't that spring? ?



Nuit blanche happens once a year (maybe).

A festival? In other words, it's like a cultural festival in Paris.



The dictionary says "sleepless night", but personally,

A word with a strong connotation of "late night owl."

(Maybe this too...)



All of Paris (oh, I wonder if it's even in the regions, so maybe this is also the case...) is in the mood for nighttime cultural festivals, and programs are set to show what's going on where. It's moving all the time.



What did you do last year?

The year before last, I happened to have an appointment with a boy much younger than me, and I went around various places thinking, ``Oh, it's today!'' .



Anyway, this year it happened to be yesterday and I had an appointment.

I went straight to the church next door.



There are various art exhibits inside the church.

Fluorescent objects in the confession room,

Everyone's familiar linen dress with message print, etc.



Among them, it is usually a place of prayer for various saints (gods).

Each space = (It's divided, there's a sculpture of a saint, and there's a lot of prayer candles in front.)

There were greengrocer's boxes arranged in a morimori art style.



"Is it okay since it's a sacred place? That's another thing that's lax."



That's what I was thinking, but...



Furthermore, a skit (I'm not making fun of you!) was started in the middle of it.



“Is it really okay???” I asked, worried.

For me, it felt like I was making a Buddhist altar pop, and then starting a skit.



France is a developed country when it comes to the arts; it's a forward-thinking country where anything is possible.



There was one Asian person there who was seriously thinking about something different. (myself)


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