Surely one of the last
one-man orchestras to
perform in the streets
of Paris. This one looks
like Tazieff. Could it have
been Garouk, capped with
little bells, still smaller ones
knotted at his ankles, and
a sniffing dog at his side,
come to warn the entire
quarter that the slumbering
volcano of rue Mouffetard
was about to awaken?