I was headed to the train station when I came upon this young man busking a French song on his accordion. Normally, I try to get the hell out of dodge as soon as I can, but this scene stopped me in my tracks. The scene is so French. And it reminds me of when I went to Paris.
He brought all his props with him. (the suitcases and portable record player were a nice touch, don’t you think?) And he was dressed like a street urchin. White shirt half tucked into his flood water pants and the no socks look. Lace-up shoes, suspenders and that floppy hair. And he played Piaf in front of the art gallery. Because, of course.
This is how you’d get me to stick around after work.
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