Back in my pre-clown days, when I was just a baby yama-magician,Itook a trip to Europe. One of our stops was in Paris for several days. Well, if you've ever been to Paris, it's a street performer's/Busker's paradise. I only say that because they're everywhere hehe. Every street we went down, every park, every subway seemed to have someone hopping on at the last minute with a guitar, saxophone or something. The type of magic that I specialized in was sleight of hand, coin tricks, all things that could be carried around in my pockets easily, so I had all sorts of tricks on me, all the time. Getting on with my story, we found our way to an area in Paris called Mont Martre. I think I'm getting the spelling correct on that. The street performers were there too, as were lots and lots of people. My brother and I found ourselves on the edge of all this talking to several people, as usual, I was rolling a half dollar between my fingers. That drew the attention of a kid or two and the tricks began. I knew better than to perform too close to anyone else who was earning a living, and I was just there to please the kiddoes. However, before I knew it, I'd a crowd of about 10 or so people around me, all enjoying the show. And omigosh, some of them gave me money!?!? It was one of the best days of my life hehehe, I'll never forget it.
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