This man is terrible. I don't care if he gets online, Googles "Pontlevoy Mayor" and finds this negative blogpost about his ugly, grumpy face. Mayor: I don't like you. You should try in the future to be a better host to the American artists who come to your tiny town and revitalize it with exciting artistic happenings.
The story: the mayor signed off on our parade idea, but gave us the stipulation that our after-party would have to be done and off of the streets by 10:00PM. So there we were, celebrating an amazing parade and a successful month of classes over bottles of champagne, toasting our teachers and talking with the locals who had seen us perform. The mayor didn't see the parade. He didn't see the magic that had just happened on his streets. He appeared out of nowhere at 9:30 and stood a few yards away with his arms crossed, glaring at our joy. For 30 minutes he glared.
At the stroke of 10, the students obediently cleaned up and walked back to the abbey. Kate stayed behind and at the fervent urging of Andrzej & Teresa (who were looking to start a mini artistic rebellion) bust into a beautiful operatic song that echoed off of the buildings and floated away into the night.
The mayor's head snapped in Kate's direction. He walked slowly towards her, shooting hate rays out of his beady eyes and made her stop mid-song.
And this is the wonderful part: after the evil mayor crawled back to his spot on the street, a few Pontlevoy residents rushed over to Kate and told her, "Quick! Go stand just inside the walls of the abbey. He can't stop you from singing there. Go and finish your song!" And she did. And it was amazing.
Screw you, Monsieur Mayor. Art wins. You lose.
What is he holding in his hand?
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