You really gotta admire a guy beating on a bed post with a plastic egg beater and a wooden spoon, dressed in combat boots and pajamas. I can see it now…

“Eh, non! (throwing back sheets in bed) Eeets ten past eight ayn monsieur guitaristo needs me at eight! Oye, love! Werez me knickers?! (hopping on one foot while tying a boot and heading for the kitchen) And me drums?! never ye mind! (grabs whatever utensils he can from a drawer) Ah! Ah! (wraps both hands around a bed post and hulks it off as splinters shoot like missles) au revoir lovE!”

(fashion criminal man arrives on scene and tosses a cig at a potted plant)

“Ah, monsieur! Lez do this!” (starts bopping on the bed post while humming to himself) “da do dah dah do dah do”

(monsieur guitaristo man stops mid chord and mumbles under his breath)

“Damn eet all to ell! Jus wheen I was making me euro for a foot pedal and a bigger amp too!”

I can see now why Paris is the fashion capital of the world. They’re always in a hurry and dress when they can, with what they can, and pull it off like no one else can. Creativity baby! Seriously. This guy’s giving me ideas here. When I’m done with this post, I’m gonna see what my old MC Hammer parachute pants look like with my canary yellow Members only jacket. I’ll head on up to the bars and talk in my best French accent. The chicks will dig it!

Man, your busker pics are better than an Art museum roo. Keep ‘em coming…

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