We’re relaxing at the sweetest bed and breakfast right at the German border. I’ve just witnessed the MOST beautiful sunset I’ve ever seen. It wasn’t bold or flashy or infused with much color; it was just LIGHT. Misty, glowing, golden light peeking out through trees. I tried to get Damien to pull over on the highway for photos that did it justice, but his prudent decision not to was probably just as well. It seems a world away from Paris – two such beautiful cities, but not one thing in common. In Paris I proved the error of wearing new boots to explore a city, gave my telephone number to an enchanting songtress, didn’t eat until we had a grocery store salad at midnight, consumed while driving past the Eiffel Tower, and didn’t stand still once.

These photos begin in Tourcoing [where you will see ample coverage of rad Portland band Nurses] to visiting our friends at Fargo and run through the late night after the show with Willy Mason, Mark Lanegan + Isobel Campbell. Insert exclamation points aplenty.

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