Noise Noise Noise

Each weekend we have occasion to walk across the Rhone, to shop, or go to an exhibit, or to church, or to visit friends. But each time we pass over the bridge, we see/hear the same man trying to play the sax. Buskers are a pretty common sight in Europe and most of them play really good music. Paul usually tips them too. But this particular man just makes noise. There is no tune… ok, you think… jazz… but no… just random notes.. better known as noise. We wonder if the cars (to whom he plays) are around him long enough to notice that no music springs forth from his instrument.