I walked home in the pouring rain this morning to be greeted by this tent, outside the local church (which is quite picturesque if you are into that kind of thing):
(Terrible picture, due to pouring rain).
I went into Pain Quotidien and asked the girl behind the counter about the Havana Club tent outside the church. She said:
"Oh, yeah. They're serving mojitos and rolling cigars".
Of course they are. At 10am. In the pouring rain. Outside a church. In the 'burbs. In an area where the local population gets unnaturally excited by, and can stare for hours at, small scale roadworks, or a stray dog. Will this end in tears? Quite possibly.
I also encountered Bizarre Homemade Trumpet Amplification Violin Busker on the metro.
I like to think that he brings good luck even though I have no evidence for this whatsover. I gave his companion, Tiny Tambourine Boy Who Should Be At School €1 in small change. I am hoping that means that next time I look outside I will find a miniature Shetland pony grazing my brambles.
Now there is a red carpet! And a potted palm! I can tell you, excitement levels are reaching core meltdown level here. There is an exceptional amount of standing around and staring going down. Oh, yes.
I do not, however, have a miniature Shetland pony yet.