An accordion player (sans a beret/striped shirt/neckerchief/baguette/cigarette/etc, much to my chagrin) jumped onto my metro car today!!! But then as soon as I got off at my transfer station I heard jazz saxophone playing what sounded like either "Blue Moon" or "Cruella DeVille", confirming my suspicion that for every one step forward the French music scene takes (to assert itself in my life as something quintessentially French), it takes two steps backward (into American songs. Merde. Is it too much to ask to hear something foreign???)
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