En route to Paris, Fotini and I decided to make a detour when we found out Travis was playing a non-festival date in France. So we took out 3 days in our Paris itinerary and trekked up to Lille from our flight out of London:

i wrote this in my diary on July 8, 2002:

lille was so so lovely. i cant speak french. i can read it, but i cant speak it. mostly because ive forgotten most verbs. travis was brillllliant. fran was full of big hugs. the new song sounds very invisible-bandish. i felt uberly cool to be the first person outside of the band & their producer to hear it, and on fran's little furry headphones (question: 4 members in a band, only 1 discman?). random chatting, and an offering to use their dressing room for a nap and their catered food as our dinner. dougie talking about the mona lisa. fran talking about chris martin. chillin' with fran and andy. fran personally escorting us onto the floor. and... god... finally... 'more than us' live, which in itself made me tingle but the personal dedication to fotini & i made us giddy (otherwise i would have been all over the floor weeping my eyes out). oh, i love travis.