Three trios in Paris

Everything works better in trios in the land of ménage à trois.

Working (and rocking those orange skirts):



Lunching by the Seine (the pigeon doesn't count):



And ice cream tastes better too, especially in Latin Quarter after midnight:



And this bonus one could be a trio too if I took a selfie in that mirror:



In Paris.

Three piano players at King's Cross

I was catching a train to Brussels.

Shades of blue improvisation. He was good.



He was just learning.



The red haired girl liked him and stole the show.