We were heading down to the River Torrens for our semi-daily lunch time walk when we saw them. Two men walking and talking, one wearing a tweed coat with a black beret. The sight of this was enough to distract us from whatever we were talking about (probably nothing important), and inspire Mirjana to ask me if I'd ever wear a beret.
"No, of course not" was my response.
"But what if you lived in Paris?"
"No, and I wouldn't do that anyway".
"What if you were an artist?"
"Probably not".
By this time, we had made up the ground between us (Mirjana likes to claim she is a brisk walker, and she is correct), and we could start to hear the conversation between the two of them. It went something like this . . .
(Guy with tweed coat and stupid hat): "At it's core, large scale esemble jazz is a labour of love, but you've gone and turned it into a commerical concern".
(Other guy): "Now that's not really fair . . ."
We pulled away as they continued their conversation, but I couldn't have been any more delighted with what we heard. It was like walking past two men in army uniforms, and hearing them discuss whether an AK47 is better than an M16 - it just lived up to my expectations in every way possible.
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