This man is roasting corn in a barrel of fire on a bustling street corner close to a Metro station. No one seems excited by his presence or his occupation other than those who want a delicious ear of corn.
Last night, as we walked along the Seine, the banks were swarming with people picnicking into dusk. In one area, a group had fashioned a tightrope (perhaps two feet off the ground) between two trees, and people would take turns attempting the journey, laughing in the cool night air.
Across the way, there were small amphitheaters. Each area featured a different form of dancing and music. People walked up or rode up by bicycle and strapped on their dancing shoes.
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