First, a man crooning karaoke to no one in particular (we filled in the lyrics; apparently the man has lost his monkey and is very broken up about it).
Second, a kind of sweet, kind of jazzy, kind of Latin-sounding band hammering away at congo buckets and a melodica while a beautiful, olive-skinned woman sold CDs for five euro a pop.
(Photo not available; instead enjoy this stock photo of a melodica)Finally, a small band of possible Spaniards playing American and British pop classics like REM's "Losing My Religion" and Oasis' "Wonderwall" on the steps of the Basilica du Sacre Coeur, which overlooks the city. They weren't especially talented and they fucked up pretty frequently, but given their surroundings, they could have been singing Yoko Ono covers and it would have sounded like heaven.
A quick, totally unrelated sidenote: The Brits have only just recently discovered beer pong, and they are completely enamored by it. Let's not let them get their grubby paws on Cornhole (aka Bags).
Off to Brussels!
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