Paris is full of busking pianists.
The city of love has changed in lots of little ways since I was last there two years ago. And the most entertaining change is the street buskers with pianos. I saw four in one day, and three of them had half naked pianos, like the one pictured here, which I found in the Latin quarter of Paris. Perhaps the sound is louder that way, or the piano is lighter to cart around, or both. Maybe it’s easier to grip the piano to drag it onto wheels for moving. I guess public transport isn’t an option.
I’m back in the Alps now after two weeks of road tripping. Paris was one of many stops around France and beyond, so a few more non-mountain-life stories will be coming your way.