Gueule de bois
Gueule de bois
Gueule de bois en Cuevana. While the twelve strokes of midnight slowly sound in the night and the lights go out in the windows of old Montmartre, a devil is born in a puddle of rum, thrown by some drunkard. And to do his devilish job conscientiously, without wasting time. A cellar is nearby. The devil invites him to his gala evening. It raises the wind, swirls clouds of dust, and in a Sabbath atmosphere, the guests flock: puppets crumpled with party favors, waste and rejects of all kinds leave the trash cans and hurry towards the promised spectacle. The orchestra – jazz – is headlined by an old accordion player…
