Complètement soûl

The party went on all night, by the end (around 6ish) the crowd had thinned a lot, but the air was still thick with smoke and it was close and hot as hell. I slept on a sofa in the squat and didn't stir till well past midday.

The squat was basic but nice, everyone there had obviously brought some skill to the table when fixing it up, whether it be wood work, electronics, metal work etc... The house was full of little artsy curios and bits and bobs collected. There was plenty of anarchistic graffiti, mainly aimed at Sarkozy, declaring him and 'les expulsions' to be fascist.