Paris, France - February 8, 2008 (5:27pm)   ♫ Movie announcer: Say, see you next Wednesday. Michael Jackson: It’s only a movie. Ola Ray: It’s not funny. Michael Jackson:You were scared, weren’t you? Ola Ray: I wasn’t that scared? Michael Jackson: Yeah, you were scared. It’s close to midnight and something evil’s lurking in the dark. Under the moonlight, you see a sight that almost stops your heart. You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it. You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes, you’re paralyzed. You hear the door slam and realize there’s nowhere left to run. You feel the cold hand and wonder if you’ll ever see the sun. You close your eyes and hope that this is just imagination, girl! But all the while, you hear the creature creeping up behind, you’re out of time. They’re out to get you, there’s demons closing in on every side. They will possess you, unless you change that number on your dial. And now is the time for you and I To cuddle close together, yeah. All through the night, I’ll save you from the terror on the screen, I’ll make you see. Vincent Price: Darkness falls across the land, the midnight hour is close at hand. Creatures crawl in search of blood to terrorize y’alls neighborhood. And whosoever shall be found without the soul for getting down must stand and face the hounds of hell and rot inside a corpse’s shell. The foulest stench is in the air, the funk of forty thousand years. And grizzly ghouls from every tomb are closing in to seal your doom. And though you fight to stay alive, your body starts to shiver. For no mere mortal can resist the evil of the thriller. Michael Jackson: ’Cause this is thriller, thriller night and no one’s gonna save you from the beast about strike. You know it’s thriller, thriller night, you’re fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller. Thriller, thriller night, girl, I can thrill you more than any ghost would dare try. Thriller, thriller night, so let me hold you tight and share a killer, killer, killer, thriller, here tonight. ’Cause this is thriller thriller night, girl, I can thrill you more than any ghost would dare try. Thriller, thriller night, so let me hold you tight and share a killer, thriller. What’s the problem? Come on, I’ll take you home. Vincent Price: Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Michael Jackson: ’Cause this is thriller, thriller night and no one’s gonna save you from the beast about strike. You know it’s thriller, thriller night, you’re fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller. Thriller, thriller night, girl, I can thrill you more than any ghost would dare try. Thriller, thriller night, so let me hold you tight and share a killer, killer, killer, thriller, here tonight. ’Cause this is thriller, thriller night, girl, I can thrill you more than any ghost would dare try. Thriller, thriller night, so let me hold you tight and share a killer, thriller. ♫ I found it very thrilling to imitate this ghoulish but friendly mime at the Palais de Chaillot. It is from there that one has one of the best views of the Eiffel Tower. This also happens to be my old neighborhood: From the ages of 11 to 12, I lived just blocks away from here. Not much has changed since then. Back then, I used to go roller-skating with my friends on the incline nearby, which leads to the Seine River. Nowadays, the kids around here go Rollerbladding or skateboarding instead. (Nikon D50)
 

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