They are, you know. And I’m not going until tomorrow night, the second of a three-night run, which always sort of feels like the worst night to go, right? You don’t get the excitement of the first night playing in a crazy famous venue, nor do you get the glorious triumphant feeling of the final night. Perhaps there’s something to be said for the steady, settled-in feeling of night two. I’m not sure. Anyway, I’ll let you know on Friday. In the meantime, let’s watch this old Blogotheque video of the boys performing in the streets of Paris.