Today, we ventured out of our temporary residence of Tours for the bright streets of Paris. Embarking on a musical journey, we each discovered ourselves through the power of sound. To commence said embarkment, we found ourselves in the world of Asian music. Each of us was placed seemingly randomly at a designated instrument, ranging from gongs to xylophones to one lucky soul even having the guts to lead all of the rest with the drum at the front of the room. He shall remain nameless, but I will say that he did a rather exquisite job at accomplishing the aforementioned task. Next on our musical venture, we made a stop in the great continent by the name of Africa. We were each placed at a drum, although several of us were subsequently stationed at different instruments around the room. Personally, I was placed at the sanza, and I played it quite well, I must add. The entire room was filled with beautiful sounds and smiling faces, quite a sound and sight respectively. Following a typical French lunch at KFC, the group readjoined for a visit to the museum in which we learned more about the instruments that we had just played while in the mental state of Africa, quite a learning experience indeed. We subsequently spent several hours in a nearby park, assimilating with the local residents and tourists of the city in which we were in, Paris. We then got on the bus for the long trip back to Tours and back to reality.
