''Maybe this basement was bricked up in the War'' I suggested.

The backstage area of the Social Club in the Montmartre is a odd-shaped, angled-walled, tiny basement that would have been a useless place to store anything.

Upstairs, the club was pounding its stylish house music and downstairs, escaping with me was American Benjamin with his thick, art-student glasses and the two girls from East Berlin and Austria.

They all give me odd stares at my basement comment and I remember the old phrase... 'don't mention the war'

Paris, the capital of France has attracted foreigners and invaders in all its history, and as the Nazis advanced, people bricked up their valuable jewellery, wine collections and paintings in secret basements. Now here we were, a new wave of invaders, freely quaffing the free beers in the quirky Parisian cellar.

A new wave of invaders is what we felt like.

I had zipped across with tonight's Djs, Jamie and Nigel, for the weekend from London on the Eurostar and joined a small entourage of Brits over here... all English except for the Canadian couple living in Paris.

'They love the English music over here' Jamie had told me before getting up on the decks...

So where were all the French?

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