Michael Meltdown

Unless you have been living under a rock, you know that Michael Jackson passed away last week. I had was in England at the time, but on my way to Paris.

All the news papers were headlining Jackson end and speculation about the cause of death was already rife.

On my first night in Paris, you could have sworn every Michael Jackson fan was here. There was a huge mob of mourners making their way from St. Michael square (where else) to Note Dame. There were banners, flowers, people clad in every tour t-shirt imaginable and even a few wannabe Michaels. They we headed to a vigil ceremony in front of the church. I didn't see the event personally, but being only a few blocks away from Note Dame, we felt like we were part of the festivities.

I have not heard so much Michael music in years. Personally, I stopped listening to him when the pedophile rumours kicked off years ago. I am not sure he did anything, but I always thought he enjoyed the limelight around those allegations a little too much. I like his music, but wasn't a devout Jacko wacko. Obviously, many Parisians were, but then again, you know what they say about the French musical taste.