Last night I walked by the little French café not so far from my apartment. They had hired an accordionist to wander among the tables outside.

I couldn’t tell if I should interpret this as campy cool, campy sad, sincerely cool, or sincerely sad. If only he were wearing a beret – then I would have known for sure.

Hey, I just remembered yesterday was Bastille Day, so that must mean it was…

Damn. I still can’t tell.