Now these tunes be swept past that sunlit café!
Once, on the cobblestones of Montmartre, I dropped my croissant—much to the horror of passing pigeons accustomed to sustenance liberties.
Ah, the endless arrangements of "La Vie en Rose", harmonized annoyingly by the musician pretending a streetlight could offer significant direction.
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Curious how a foggy Seine translates to silent opera... Wine matters more than verbal harmony.