The heat of the weekend seemed to culminate into this exhibition of fire at the Bastille Day Block Party. Its always a welcoming feeling being able to weave in and out of the spirit of Uptown. Everyone just bumps and moves together to the sounds of accordions and tubas blasts, sprinkler showers, drunken exchanges and stolen kisses. Its why I love the feeling of Uptown more than other areas. Its not prevalent all the time, sometimes that energy seems missing all together. But despite getting to the party late, I feel like I stepped right in line with the night. Though it came to a close around ten, I can only imagine what adventures continued into the night. Vive la France. Vive la Uptown.