An American in Provence

I swear, I work in the soundtrack of the Amelie movie. There are two accordion players who like to hang out right around the building where I work in Aix. They like this road in particular because it is a main road that tourists take. When they first started playing a month or so ago, I thought it was quaint and French. Now, after day after day of accordion music, it is just annoying and French. About two weeks ago I cracked and begged my boss to call the police, the "noise control" squad. They came and chased them away. Which was good for about half a day. Now I just have to put in earplugs, go into a different part of the office, or listen to my Ipod. As far as accordion players go, they aren't bad. But I think I have heard the same three songs about 30 times each now. It has become just a constant accordiony whine in my brain. I feel like asking them, "If I give you 10€, how much time of silence does that buy me?" "A day? Okay!"
Today I had a treat, there was a violin player outside.

The Day of Music, June 21st, is coming up. It is a day when everyone, talented or not, is encouraged to make music somehow- singing, blasting their radios, etc. Oh fantastic!