Ça baigne dans l’huile
This Sunday started with a phone call from a dear French friend of mine. He is on assignment in Abidjan. After I made him a video tour of my neighborhood I walked toward my favorite vintage store:Halycon and heard this song play, booming actually from the best record store in this city: Deep Groove. Who knew that I’d meet a cool chick who collects punk French music?
Richmond has some sweet spots after all.