By Moses St Louis I touched down in Paris last night, November 2025, and the air felt electric. The taxi pulled onto wet streets, lights flickering on puddles, the city humming like a bassline. I came for the  Klass Adidas concert Paris  on Monday, but the vibe hit me right away. It felt like I had flown to Miami for a Compas Festival, not across the Atlantic. By the time I reached my place, I had already met three fans from the  Haitian diaspora in France . Two wore small fl