I saw some incredible street performers today. It has become something of a favourite ritual, heading to the Pompidou Centre- which is a few minutes from our apartment- to see if there are any new acts we haven't yet seen.
My daughter was recently overwhelmed by a man who climbed up a lamppost wearing a red cape, and this morning we watched the most virtuosic display of balloon animal making I have ever seen.
Naturally there is the odd performance which is perhaps not quite ready for public consumption, such as an elderly chap who has an act involving matchsticks. It draws a huge crowd as no-one is quite sure when the climax will be, until they realise there will be no climax, by which time everyone is too embarrassed to leave.
But some of these performers are incredibly talented. Like the Mongolian throat singers, who produce extraordinary sounds from their throats, wearing wonderful traditional costumes and playing 2 stringed guitar and cello-like instruments. They pause between songs and hand around a rolled up cigarette, which is unorthodox behaviour for a group of singers, but it seems to work well for them.
On a sunny day there is no better place to go for good, raw entertainment.
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