All of a sudden you hear exciting drums, South-American beats. It’s the Heineken Promo Band in Rue de la Préfecture.
The dancer is whipped up by the drums, the public is whipped by the enthousiasm of both the dancer and the band.
Groups like these are passing through, they probably will be in Cannes or Antibes tomorrow.
Just like these guys from Canada/Holland, performing on Place du Palais de Justice, singing Elvis Presley songs and other stuff.
And these French guys, on Place Rossetti.
Other musicians, local and foreign, are here to stay, like this nice guy from Romania (I think).
This is not a real musician. This is me, outside O’Hara’s Irish Pub. Sitting next to me is Philippe, a local regular guest, an art painter, married to Suzanne, who, however, is a piano teacher.