#vesoul

Street scene in Vesoul, Haute-Saône, France

"Mais je te préviens, j'irai pas à Paris [But I warn you, I won't go to Paris]

D'ailleurs, j'ai horreur de tous les flonflons [Besides, I hate all the loud party music]

De la valse musette et de l'accordéon... [And the musette waltz and the accordion]"

Today I was listening to this song while I was on the tram and there was a stranger sitting in front of me. He looked uncannily like Micheal Sheen, let me add that detail. We both had out earphones on. He watched me as I kept a rhythm on my knee and played my air guitar. Later on, I watched him play his imaginary piano on his hand and smiled. I couldn't mustered up any courage to talk to him but it was a simple interaction. It's so sweet to see humanity's universal quirks.

Vesoul, le Prisunic.

crédit photo:

https://www.facebook.com/PrisuVesoul-106205978053979

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