it’s a warm, breezy night in the streets of Paris. The year is 1910 and you’ve finished singing at the Rare Bird Cabaret at which you work at…you can hear the laughter and conversations along with the music flow out into the streets as you walk to clear your mind….

Suddenly you see a man on a bridge above the Siene playing his guitar. You can’t help but stop and listen, he softly sings

That’s how we are…La Siene and I…