My name is Della and I’m a people watcher.
We happily stumbled upon street musicians everywhere.
Here was another fun group that I wished I had had more time to enjoy. The gal in front was dancing! She was also part of the show, I’m assuming, married to one of the handsome men playing the instruments. (I’m smiling even now!) There were singing in English what sounded like Bayou jazz, tunes straight from New Orleans.
Our eldest’s dream job. Police on horseback ‘fighting crime’ in the famed Jardin des Tuileries.
I ended up in love with the French people. Not sure where their reputation for pushy rudeness comes from. The kind, and gracious faces that listened to me butcher their language were larger than life.
I could so live there.
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