Gigging to the giggling

Last night Arc en Ciel gave a concert in the chapel of the Lycée Saint-Antoine (a kind of agricultural and horsey high school).

It was a very mixed experience. The acoustic is such that the audience seems louder than the performers. The audience was composed of young teenagers and one teacher, who had to interrupt our director's introduction to tell those in the back row to stop scuffling. I was rather too close to the front row, and somewhat distracted by the giggling and chatting and occasional phone-call.

They appeared lost in the Vivaldi and Brel, but clapped and cheered in the bouncy Zulu piece Erile, and joined in the participatory canon enthusiastically (apart from those in the back row: I wondered why they were there, as the concert wasn't compulsory). Some of them even came up to thank us at the end, so it can't have been too bad.

Afterwards we were offered drinks in the information building, which is basically rather like my house but has had a lot more money put into the restoration. Envious!