voices

Incidentally, at the supermarket on Saturday morning, a friendly accordionist played a polka-y version of "Une souris verte" while I was standing next to him perusing the cheese counter. I was floored and couldn't stop grinning, which may have looked odd while at the cheese counter. Or not.

Gladys Knight and the Pips (whose hits were not covered at E. Leclerc) have also been on heavy rotation in our home, and in my head.