This morning, it was sun-shiny and hot, so I decided to take a long walk through my neighbourhood. I walked past a small square, on a busy boulevard, past an old man playing an accordion on a park bench. He smiled at me and called out after me:
Ça c’est de la musique folklorique. De la bonne musique! On peut faire l’amour en écoutant cette musique.
For you non Frenchies, out there, let me translate: This is folkloric music. Good music! Love-making music.
Yes, I can only imagine how many babies have been made because of these jolly toe-taping sounds.
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