No this isn’t a Where’s Waldo, or for my French readers, an Où est Charlie. This is behind the 15th century walls of church Saint-Gervais-Saint-Protais, in a ridiculously charming cobblestone street that is currently my favorite place in Paris and therefore the known universe. There are two areas in the city now where I have a favorite street musician, with a rough idea of the times of day they like to play. Maybe this means I’m becoming a local? It’s a nice thought. This man plays Bach on his guitar in the late afternoon for passers-by, and he plays it beautifully. To find a shady spot nearby and slowly study 500 year-old stones against a 300 year-old soundtrack is for me more than just a novel pleasantry — it’s the closest I’ve ever come to meditation.
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A memory close to the night we watched the moon rise as a street musician played a beautiful violin in one of my favorite spots…
J’adore ce endroit aussi, Corey. Tell me: Is the rusty old bicycle still in front of the coffee shop at the entrance to rue des Barres? (To me, that’s a quintessentially Parisian sight.) And yes … knowing where your favorite street musicians play — and generally when — does indeed mean that you’re becoming un vrai parisien. Thank you for a lovely post, and for an equally lovely photo. It’s wonderful to share in your moment of meditation.
Thanks munro. Hmm the bicycle sorta rings a bell but I’ll have to verify next time I’m there. Way to bust out the French, bravo! You must have some experience of your own with this city.
Where? What arrondissement?
This is on the rue des Barres, in the 4th arrondissement, just a bit east of Hôtel de Ville.
Cheers pal. I do appaicerte the writing.