Here’s a shot from the other day in Paris, behind Notre Dame. The street musician on the right was one of the best I think I’ve ever heard. Even so, hardly a soul was bothering to stop and listen on this beautiful day. The Blue Collar with the headphones and his head down trying to block out his surroundings was no exception.
This sort of scene has become all too familiar in Paris. It’s unfortunate, really. After 15 minutes I dropped in what change I had and thanked the man. A tired, gentle smile and an eyes closed, nod of the head was given in return. Never a break in the music. A beautiful day.