As my friends began playing the guitar and banjo, the ladybugs flocked to them. Sometimes there would be seven or eight on them at a time. Pedestrians stopped to hear them play, a couple of children danced. And I attempted to play the harmonica.
After a while, we wandered and found a lake with a little cafe. There were geese, ducks, and swans; families rented boats, and everyone was absorbing the serenity, letting time stand still. After sitting next to the lake, watching the ducks enjoy their baguettes, and playing a couple of tunes, we mosied on. After a long walk down a path less traveled by, we found the metro. On the train back to the realities of Paris and city life, we played a couple of songs, letting the locals stare. I don't think they have ever seen a banjo before. I guess it was a remarkable day for them too.