Something Beautiful is a self-imposed initiative to find a visual feast for each day of the year.
Paris. Day 4. I had commented to Cindy that all that was missing in our travels was music. The sultry serenades of Edith Piaf, the plaintive strains of a squeeze box. And then the universe provided. Winding our way back from the Champs d’Elysee and the Louvre, he was there on the corner of the bridge linking Ile St. Louis to the left bank. And he played “real good for free.”