22. maj - Turist og techno

Start out getting something on wheels for my luggage - €40 at local market - and pack everything with app. 5 cubic centimeters to spare. Then I head for touristy things to do. Like rummaging through tourist-infested Quartier du panier (with possible the highest concentration of grafitti anywhere on the planet) and going on a prehistoric cave ride 37 meters below the waterline. Reproductions of the caves and their paintings, sadly, but convincingly well made.

 Come evening I head for Le Molotov, a club where they play live hardcore whatever tomorrow, some hours after I fly home. Tonight is hardcore techno night, which to my immense surprise I actually enjoy. Never saw that coming - guess a piercing or a tattoo will be next. 

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