Paris truly is a remarkable city.  I wish I actually lived here. It would be different as a resident, but would settle into a rhythm that you can never get as a visitor. I was sitting by the fountain at Palais Royal the other day…yesterday actually, and looking up at the apartments that surround the gardens and beautiful fountain. And thinking about what it would feel like to call one of them “home”.  To make a nest and decorate it, and to come and go from it, as I wanted to. I like to be inside a beautiful home, knowing that there is so much out there to go see, when I feel like going out.

It was just after those thoughts that I moved along a short distance, and heard an opera singer amoungst the columned arcade of the Palais Royal. There I stayed for a while, intrigued by his talent. He was singing in a high soprano voice, and dressed in expensive and custom made artistic clothing and shoes. It’s possible that he is famous?  I took photos of him, and tonight, having researched it, I think I may have been listening to 36 year old Nicholas Tamagna, countertenor. I innocently dropped what change I had, about 40cents, into his box. He probably didn’t need it!  I have heard stories of talent that performs in subways and street corners, unrecognized, just for the fun of it. Maybe? Ahhh, Paris.