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Day: Aurore

Aurore, 1900, by Denys Puech
Aurore, 1900, by Denys Puech

Dusk: medieval musician

An old man is playing festive tunes on the flute in the archway of the Louvre. He stomps, shakes, glides his feet, and the bells on either of his ankles clatter and jingle. The instruments accompany each other superbly. Here is a one-man band. Here is a medieval musician, playing in what used to be a fortress in his time.

Day: Frédéric Chopin

“Frédéric Chopin!” A man with long curly hair on his head, a briefcase in his hand, walks towards where I just came from. He fixes his gaze on the ground, strides intently, and murmurs to himself fervently. He looks up at me as we cross path, “Frédéric Chopin!” He points to the direction I just came from, the tomb of Chopin. I gave him a nod (“I know, I just paid my respect!”) and a smile (“Please, do carry on being a lunatic!”). Falling a few paces behind, a younger woman tries to keep up with him. She smiles at me apologetically (“Sorry, that he is what he is.”). I smile back (“Not at all; Wonderful, that he is what he is!”). As she and I cross path, we exchange a shared understanding for the madman. As I wander on, behind me I hear: “Ah…Chopin! Aaaaah…”

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An artist in, of, for, at life. My very life is my performance art. I write short and sweet (and savory) stories and poems in this grand performance ( •◡•) ♪