Well batter me bodhran !

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...

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