It is evident that I am completely missing the most important event of this time of year…
Let’s be honest, I am not a Celine Dion fan. I like the Jean-Jacques Goldman period — of course — and I love hearing “On ne change pas” in the film Mommy, but singers with a powerful voice singing very loud and in tune, I am telling you: it’s not my thing!
I still tried the lucky draw — most likely to do like everybody else — and I spent a few hours waiting in an online queue. Yes, indeed it exists.
I was the 17,000th in line.
I gave up.
I was never lucky at random draws.
And that’s when a few days before the first concert, tickets are given away everywhere (so, some have too many tickets???!??). It’s the merchandising mania: t-shirts, scarves, mugs… There are even Celine macarons in Pierre Hermé shops!
Anyway, it’s impossible to escape it.
And I am probably the person IN FRANCE not to have a ticket…
I’ll get over it.
But the truth is that we grow attached to Celine. She really got us there.
Her husband R’né, her shows in Vegas, her illness, her resurrection, her singing for the opening ceremony of the Paris Olympic Games, masterful… And then there is Celine. Since she arrived in Paris, she makes crowds dance and sing in front of her hotel the Royal Monceau. We love it, don’t we?
Then Celine, if you are reading this, come see us. Your generosity, your joyfulness, spontaneity, simple and without fuss; it’s all we love at Victoire, Tabarnak!
Have a nice weekend,
Camille
