It's a cheering experience to walk along the quay beside the Seine, no matter the season. The river flows by on its swath of a path as it has for its eternity. Couples of ducks--mallards and hens--paddle and dive, taking their swims. Loaded barges steam by, and some of the many tourist boats break the river's dark waves. Happy students smile and wave--or some forced boater looks harried and grim. I study the buildings along the Left Bank as I make my cobblestone march.
On the Jardin des Tuilleries side of the Pont de Solferino footbridge--in the tunnel before one steps into the garden itself--is a good spot for a busker. The last one was an undaunted saxonphonist though he wasn't very good. We smiled and nodded as we crossed his path. But this is the man of the moment, who brings along his whole band and CDs to sell.
Merci, Mr. Busker, from me to you.
---Beth Arnold
Photo taken by Beth Arnold on her iPhone.
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