All the World's A Stage

Decided I'd walk home from work this evening and discovered that while most self-respecting Parisians have already quit the city for their summer homes or a fancy villa on the Côte d'Azur (audible, envious sigh), the place is TEEMING with "artistes". Who'd have thought it? Spotted this first little troupe by the side of the Pompidou Centre, doing some kids' thing in what seemed to be English, then stumbled across the Japanese film crew down a backstreet in the Marais. If I play my cards right, I could be appearing in a cameo role at a cinema near you (see the bottom of the previous post).