I had an accordion forced upon me at an early age. I wanted to play guitar, but my parents insisted I be a good little Slovenian-American boy and bought me a squeeze box. I was never very good, and peaked in the fourth grade. Certainly not as good as this gentleman, plying his trade around the tourist trap restaurants near Rome’s Termini station, one of my personal favorite pics from July.
The month also included regular stops in Paris and Milan. Along with more unpacking.