Every day in London, it seems to be either cold, or rainy, or both. Even on the "nice" days, I'm a creature of warm climes, and my muscles never really do unclench. (And the street shows are stressful enough as it is, my inability to relax my muscles is surely reading to the audience as lack of confidence, which is death.) I've been staying the past few days with the Hudson family, who I know via SCA, and it's been a welcome island of normalcy and comfort after 10 days in hostels. I am loathe to leave the warmth and security of their home. It would make a lot of sense, artistically, to just stay there and work the streets of London day in and day out.

But it's cold and wet, and I have a Eurail pass, and Adventure is out there. I can go somewhere warm and work on the notes I got from the Covent Garden Gang. And see strange places I've never been before.

Today, I'm in Paris. I'm not staying long. It's cold and wet here too. It hailed this evening. Also Paris has a reputation as being among the very hardest places to busk, both because the audience won't pay, and there's a permit system with no auditions scheduled.

I may come back here when the weather is nicer. This is the land of the sidewalk cafe, and I'd love to sit with a croissant and a hot cocoa, and do readings.

I'm going to visit a couple of museums and just play tourist for a day, then continue south.