The first raindrop of Son Parapluie came from an American desert… So thank you Todd for having dreamt of this intercontinental project. Thousands of “mercis” to Isobel! Hearing her voice on those songs for the first time remains a memorable moment for me. Thank you Jonas Persson for the good work, the biscuits and your taste for "mirabelle", thank you Ben Cahen for the good work and the tea, thanks to my fellow collaborators of Orwell and to all the musicians who appear on those recordings. Thanks to Yann Arnaud and Chab for the Parisian’s “French Touch”. Merci Charles Berberian for that beautiful artwork. Thank you Pierre-Marie Dru for helping to make the umbrella wider. Arigato to my wonderful friend from Japan, Ayumi Teraoka aka Sugar Me. Any project is better with an ounce of Belgian spirit, merci Sergio Taronna. And what an honor to have two great names of British Music, Jah Wobble and Martin Carr, offering great remixes… So merci messieurs!  (Jérôme Didelot)

She is cobblestoned just then, wandering through light and shadow. Ornate canyons rain-slicked and breeze swept. Dirty-pretty, defaced resplendence. Her dream is our dream. This city, that rive, these evocations of faith and commerce, art and life. We come here to laugh and gawk and sip and sigh. We also come to escape and strive and languish and cry. Reverie to fill the minds of those with nothing. And everything. Paris is real. Paris n’existe pas.  (The Cappuccino Cousin)