Umm... Is it possible to find an interesting person in the middle of a sunny Sunday at Tam-Tams? I dunno... Actually, it's much harder to find a plane and normal person. Really, I think that our company of sketchers - running around and hastily drawing candid portraits of strangers - was the least remarkable one.
The good thing about sketching in a crazy crowd - nobody's noticing you. And the drumming somehow put you into a hypnotic rhythm - the same way that people at the galleys were rowing, non-stop and without a moment to think about what you do. The bad thing - it quickly drives you mad.
I was getting overwhelmed by shapes and colors and noise and smells