As much as we've been trying to make ourselves look European and not immediately stand out in a crowd as tourists, one thing always gives us away: we carry pockets full of coins and can't help tossing a few into the cups of the musicians we find everywhere we go in Paris.
We were only in Paris for an hour before we headed out to see the sights and boarded our first Metro train. Imagine our surprise, and delight, as an accordian player boarded, too, and began playing all "La Vie En Rose" and those French-sounding songs we associate with France.
Since then we've found music almost everywhere we go: on the Metro, in the stations, at Bastille Square, the Eiffel Tower, Sacre Coeur, etc.. We've heard guitars, accordians, harps, violins, drums, xylophones, and even a woman singing with a microphone and amplifier on the train. We love it. We walk around Paris feeling like we're in a movie with a French score. Others may walk by these wandering musicians and see them simply as beggars. Not us. We stop and drop a few clinking coins into their cups and hope that it's as joyful as the sound of their music to our ears.
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