Badaude

Youpi!

I have just been honoured at the Webbys!

Liberté, Fraternité, Quartier!

My street has such high self-esteem, it's always celebrating itself and breaking out en fête.

It's not enough to have the Yves Klein festival in June, where lots of people roll around naked in blue paint, but last weekend there was another fête just for the Enfer of it...

A sense of 'fun' isn't something Parisians are necessarily renowned for, but that was ok because this festival involved lots of activities which only required you to sit around looking cool.

I guess the street has a lot of history to celebrate, not least Jean-Paul Belmondo's final moments as he races down the one way street at the end of Godard's A Bout du Souffle.

It's not Belmondo who's still hanging round the quartier but his co-star, Jean Seberg.  From over the road at the Cimetiere Montparnasse, she would have just about been able to hear the party from where she's buried, so sadly near the mise-en-scene of her greatest success.