|A Los Angeles Childhood - Jour 10 - Fete de la Musique-The Longest Day of the Year Part 2|
|Friday, 20 July 2012 21:48|
The rain finally slowed down and stopped. I go in search of music in the streets, all the way to L'Opera and walked around the perimeter of the Opera Garnier taking photos of eagles, domes, then back on the bus deposited at the Fountain St. Michel. The groups are mostly percussion.
On Rue de la Huchette, a narrow cobblestone street that parallels the Seine River, and across from Notre Dame known as the Rive Gauche, I hear a man playing a large stringed instrument like a lute. Beautiful music. I move on. In front of Shakespeare and Company (where my memoir can be purchased) is a band with a vocalist. I want to stroll toward Notre Dame but need to sit. Small children dance to this music. Sheer joy.
Then back down the small corridor out to Boulevard St. Michel to wait for the 21 or 27 bus which will take me back toward home and drop me off in front of Yaki Japanese Restaurant, also known as the golden baguette, the golden chopsticks. It is now 8pm.
I hope there is music under my window next door at the bistro like there was last year. The rain cheated me from hearing more children's orchestra. I want Fete de la Musique to last. Maybe I'll even go out in search of more music later. This is the year of band music. I've been hearing them practice around Luxembourg Gardens the past week.
The couple I spoke with this afternoon from Pittsburgh told me their daughter left Los Angeles and moved to Montana. She is a teacher and they cut music and science from their program. I share with her that where I live, the parents got a builder to donate a home and they raffled it off to raise money for those exact same programs.
Here in Paris several schools have orchestras. Four orchestras a l'Ecole and College des Petits Ponts.
I remember back to my childhood and taking orchestra in elementary school, junior high school and senior high school. What a joy to play in the Junior Philharmonic Orchestra in the Hollywood Bowl. Those were the days my friend and as the song goes on, we thought they'd never end.
The band under my window plays it loud like you did it to me as if you mean it is tomorrow for a long time and tonight, the music plays on. I sit in the front of the Bistro and order three decaf espressos and then go back up stairs and listen until the band finally ends at midnight and I drift off to sleep.
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