Sick of my Paris trip yet? Tough shit. Here are a few more, courtesy my new mate Colin Gibbons, who came from London with his wife to see the show. I've got friends who don't come to the Lower East Side from fuckin' BROOKLYN to shows. So , reap what you sow.

Lovely Martha, less lovely Sport and Colin at Le Maroquinerie.

Singing "The Dead Friend" with Vincent and Alban, Martha and Sidi doing the heavy lifting.

Sidi and Sport transfixed by a spider crawling across the chord sheet. Or something.

Thanks, Colin!