I’ve still got lots of photos from my trip to Paris to post, so I want to start off with one of the very first things I heard in Paris – music.
I first heard it on my very first day. After Kyle, Ash and I split up after taking the train Paris from the airport, and after wandering around Les Halles metro station for half an hour looking for a place to buy a ticket before realizing that my train ticket would do the trick. As I was going down what seemed like the hundredth stairwell to find the line 4 train to Porte d’Orléans, I heard the unmistakable sounds of the accordion. Getting closer, I found an entire ensemble playing truly beautiful music, both classical and contemporary, and a large crowd surrounding them with cameras, iphones, video recorders, smiles and even a bit of dancing.
Over the next week, I encountered many musicians, from soulful trumpet on a street corner in Saint Germain, where I was staying, to an amazing performance by a man with an electric guitar in the Gare du Nord metro station on my very last day.