This morning I was walking in a quiet part of the 17th arrondissement when I heard music playing. I was a bit too far from Parc Monceau for it to be a merry go round (come to think of it, is there even a merry go round there?) but since I had the time, I started following the sounds. I turned one corner and then two, and there, voila, was a man with a organ grinder on wheels. As you can see, he had neither a monkey nor a trail of children following him but he did have a smile bigger than you usually see in these parts. I put a few coins in his basket and asked if I could take his photo. "Je vous en prie, madame," he answered.
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I think this same man comes to my little 'burb--or his lookalike brother! Charming and so very Paris. I linked to your story today on my blog (pearlinparis.vox.com), just for the charm of it.
Thanks, Pearl. (As for Picard, try the salmon and pizza but skip the macarons.)
When I was in the 11e apartment, an organ grinder came through our neighborhood. Instead of a monkey, he had his daughter. There was also a group of four guys who walked through a few times, playing old American standards.
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