Mange la vie avec les doigts

Three strange men arrive with nothing but a double bass, a ukulele and a collection of accordions. They seem stunned. As if they were recovering from a severe fall after a long glide. They listen to their hearts beating, their breath, their neighbour's breath, the cracking of the pavement, the rustle of the leaves, the reverberation of the stone walls, the passing clouds.... "We're here, but I'm surprised we're still here". The tone is set. Through offbeat observations, wordplay, music and...