I got on the usual bus but at an earlier stop. At Palais de Justice two familiar figures appeared - two of my Hungarian gipsy jazz musician friends from last week: the bass player and an accordionist.
"Musicians ?" I said, to see if they'd remember me.
"aye" said the accordionist.
"where's the others ?"
"oh you're that pastor..."
We talked a bit more. You just never know, do you...