Today is fête des voisins in Europe. You're supposed to have a drink with your neighbours, make love with the lovely woman you sometimes see (or guess) naked behind a frosted glass, punch the face of the man who's listening to Jethro Tull at 3 am. But we can't do that here because it's a narrow street, a narrow yard, a quite dirty one, especially in this garbagemen strike day. So this was my fête des voisins, when I played badmington with these guys rue de Cléry, 2ème arrondissement.