The way home, through the mall, stop for tea. A man in green sequins and a giant gold bow tie appears on a temporary stage near the fountain. After an introduction, he hoofs and sings to recorded cabaret tunes. Two dancing girls twirl umbrellas, shadow him, wag their bums. They distract fifty shoppers for the length of a song.
But I am home with cheese and bread and tomatoes and pears and cloves before I know he's famous: dancer, composer, guitarist, choreographer, recording star.