Jardins des Tuileries, 11 p.m.
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Probably the best Midsummer’s Eve I’ve ever had I spent talking and drinking with a bunch of friends (and a complete stranger), going North through Karelia on a shabby Soviet-era train on an ex-tempore weekend trip from Saint Petersburg. This year, I spent the holiday staying sensibly in Paris, but I nevertheless managed to have dinner and a midnight walk with some of those very same people. It was very nice to again be reminded of how good friends stay friends regardless of us not being able to see each other so often.