In every day dream I had about Paris, there was theme music. I just knew that surrounding the city was a constant state of romance and harmony. And I was not disappointed!
He plays a haunting melody that stirs emotions within me. He plays what he wants to play whether a passerby stops or not. He doesn't have a name to me and never will. He is part of Paris. All I want to do is sit under the Eiffel Tower with a cafe au lait in hand and listen to him serenade the masses.
Nice write-up with an equally good candid portrait.
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