In France, spellbound yet again by the Daoists’ performances under the august aegis of the Confucius Institute, who better to cite than the Grand Maître himself:
After Confucius heard the Shao music in the kingdom of Qi, he didn’t notice the taste of meat for three months. He said, “I had no idea that music-making could reach such heights!”
— Analects 7.14.
My comment, precisely 2,534 years later:
Jones notes: Lil Ol’ Me feels the same on hearing the Way in Paris! 
I feel blessed to have found this subject—fieldwork, inspiration, ritual, laughter. And now to take a rocking sextet on tour, all at ease with each other, great mates.
 巴: short for Paris 巴黎, not 巴蜀 Sichuan. Or Bali, for that matter.