I watched Eurovision on Saturday. I was going to vote for Malta but I was enchanted by the French entry. They ignored all the Eurovision tropes. There was no glitz or glamour, no fancy stage props, no singing in English. It was just one woman (Barbara Pravi), under a single spotlight, singing. It was beautiful beyond words, and I cried like a drain.
She sung with such passion that, even though I didn’t understand a word, her words touched me. I looked up the lyrics and translated them from the French, expecting some tragic romance. They were shit.
I watched it again, and it still made me cry though.