Like a lot of festivals, the Mennecy festival feels like it is located in the most unlikely of settings, until of course you get inside, then everything feels exactly right. We were of course in the middle of a late summer heat blast that almost made up for the July Parisian rain, but with this being Friday it was almost five before the first band hit the stage anyway and the temperature peak for the day seemed to be receding. And of course, we were mostly in the welcome shade of the trees.