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I headed to Bourges from Milan without hardly a wink of sleep.
And because I'm feeling a little under the weather, I took some medication
that had me totally on auto-pilot during the trip. But from the airport and stations, to the cafes or wherever, every time I passed-out and woke-up,
it was like "Where am I?" But as you might expect, I didn't have a
"Who am I" moment.
Le PRINTEMPS de BOURGES Bourges
It was like Fuji Rock, lots of little booths all lined up; a quaint festival with a small town feel. The bitter sweet thrill of a teenager and the hokey feel of a school festival mixed to make for an intriguing night. Bourges was very charming, so much so that even rabbits came to play at night.

ミラノからほぼ一睡もせずブルジュへの移動は、風邪ギミで薬飲んでたせいもあって

完全に「無意識下の旅」そこが空港であれ駅であれ、カフェであれ寝て起きる度にまさに、

「ここは何処？」状態。さすがに「私は誰？」とはならないけど。

Le PRINTEMPS de BOURGES Bourges

富士ロック的な、しかし屋内のフェスで沢山の小屋が建ち並ぶ田舎町の可愛いフェス。

ティーンエイジャーの甘酸っぱいドキドキ感と学園祭の陳腐な雰囲気が入り交じった、

不思議な夜だったけど、ブルジュという街は相当にチャーミング、

夜中に夢の中にうさぎが遊びに来るほどに。

photo by boo