Usually, during the peak of touristic season, all famous sights are peopled by a huge range of street artists, buskers, living statues, jugglers....
Some of them are excellent, some others quite average, but all of them receive attention.
I like travelling only in low season, so also during our stay in Avignon the number of street artists we met was extremely limited.
Actually they were only two, but quite peculiar.
Here you can see the Italian folk singer out of tune.
Later Iíll introduce you to the restless lively living statue.
But one thing at once.
The Italian folk singer was a very pleasant guy, who could speak several languages all in a little approximate way (like me), his main activity was asking everybody for cigarettes, but I have never seen him smoking, maybe he was a collector...;^))
Every now and then he sang as well, but...how could I say...uhm, his style was really...very personal, that is he interpreted music his own way.
The main song of his repertory was ďLike a Rolling StonesĒ by Bob Dylan, which Sergey and I recognized only by the words, since the tune was something totally bizarre.
Itís superfluous to say that he didnít collect a great audience, everybody gave him a cigarette with pleasure and had a chat with him, but when he started singing humans and animals run away and he was always a bit alone...
Nevertheless he was very consistent and persisted.
This photo is part of my visual diary about my trip to Avignon.
If you feel like to see the whole gallery, please...