A First Performance in Paris

So my first performance in Paris was not exactly as I expected it to be. The other night, Amalea and I were making dinner and realized that we could use a baguette for the meal. I decided I'd walk to our usual square to get the goods and promptly return (I was quite the hungry Scott that evening.).

I walk past the square right by our apartment and I notice a fellow dressed up in a 19th century style explorer's outfit (the white suit, hat, and all). Naturally, he has a parrot puppet in his right hand and is dancing to a goofy tune trying to capture the attention of the surrounding cafe goers, at this point to no avail.

I try to avoid the quack and get to my bread as quickly as possible. As I am leaving the boulangerie, bread in hand, something must have captured my attention (it surely wasn't the explorer, maybe it was the creperie next door, or just the enormous mass of folks that gather into this area on a sunday night, so odd). I walk past the explorer with my bread and his parrot starts chomping at my food! The crowd erupts in laughter (he finally got some laughs, good for him) and I, somewhat embarassed, get to the apartment somewhat confused.

So that's the first perf of the journey. Not as I expected, but alright in the end. Ehh, atleast I got some laughs (technically, I was the laugh, eh well)...