There is no shortage of organ grinders by the grands magasins. I'm glad there's a pole over this guy's head because he was a real jerk. But look at the--not one but TWO--kitties snuggled up in his basket!
This guy is my favorite. Not only does he keep his fat tabby in a spaceytimez warming blanket, but he moved it away from her face so I could get a better picture.
Well, now there is a bucket on a string (which often is bobbing, controlled fishing-rod style by an unseen SDF behind the wall) and a cheeky sign informing that this particular guy could use a coin... because he likes restaurants and caviar and wants a house in St-Tropez. It's almost enough to make me want to toss some change in his bucket.