Three Montpellier Things
Three things encountered on my walk in town this morning:
A completely honest beggar on rue de la Loge whose sign reads “Juste pour l’alcool et drogue“. I’m pretty sure it’s clever irony, because he’s got a nice-looking guitar and speaks pretty good English.
Two fabulous gendarmes on motorcycles who zoom through the crowds of pedestrians on the mall outside the Polygone shopping centre. One pulls up under the canopy outside the bank, proceeds to put his card in the cash machine and take out some Euros, while his partner keeps guard. Once he’s picked up his lunch money, the cops then zoom off again back through the crowd.
The regular morning cacophony on rue de Candolle, by the cathedral, where you can hear at least five or six instruments practising at once. Today it was cello, vibraphone, clarinet and trombone. The sounds bounce off the walls of the high, narrow streets, giving the impression that you’re walking through an Eric Dolphy album.
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M. Alcool et Drogues is an asshole, though. I’ve had him shout all kinds of stuff at me for ignoring his butchery of yet another Bob Marley song (if I knew whose hands the estate was in at the moment, I’d see if it was someone I knew and advise them to dispatch a lawyer). Yes, in English. And you know? People who talk to me like that? I’m somehow not inclined to give them money. Funny thing.
Now, if someone would please decode the toothless old gent with the matches and cigarettes…