Oliver and I were sitting on the steps of the Perpignan Public Library on Tuesday afternoon drinking our orange juice when a young man with a guitar wandered along and sat down about 10 feet away and started quietly strumming. Oliver noticed that he was drinking orange juice too.

A few minutes later another man, a little older and drinking a bottle of beer, came alone and, out of nowhere, starting singing the most beautiful music at the top of his lungs.

Words cannot do justice to how good a singer he was. Neither can this low-grade recording I made with my phone, although it will give you a little idea. A motorcycle sped down the street just after I started recording; towards the end Oliver starting singing himself, and asked me if he could dance.