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A mosaic of gypsies, homeless people, other buskers and random strangers, Busker tells a tale of personal hardship and unrequited love, as well as of ultimate triumph — through music and fortitude. This is the moving story of a young woman who went to Paris for love and found her life.
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Praise for the book:
In this coming-of-age memoir, Nisha Coleman presents a different Paris. A glimpse into the underground street music world, Busker brings you to places you wouldn’t otherwise go and introduces you to characters you wouldn’t otherwise meet. The reader is invited on an adventure, one involving constant discovery, frequent mishaps, and the ultimate quest for joy and connection. A different kind of love story, this book will change the way you see street artists.
– Claire Holden Rothman, author of The Heart Specialist and My October
Believe me, you’ll never pass a street musician again without thinking of Nisha and her violin.This delightfully candid memoir traces the transformation of a naive girl from Muskoka into a confident young woman who grows up through her adventures and misadventures on the streets of Paris. A magical tale! Reading this book is like watching a rose bloom.
– Isabel Huggan, author of Belonging and You Never Know
Like the experience of stumbling upon a busker under an archway at the edge of a cobblestone square in a strange city, this book’s pleasures sneak up on you and then, if you stop to listen, offer you a changed perspective. Nisha Coleman has written a charming, big-hearted, utterly readable book, not only about one young woman’s journey of self-discovery on the streets of Paris, but more fundamentally about what it means to be an artist and a seeker, what it means to be alive.
Alayna Munce, author of When I was Young and in my Prime
You’re 23 years old. You go to Paris for love, but it doesn’t work out.
You barely speak French. You have no visa.
No money. No friends.
But you do have a violin.
Will you stay?
Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all.
When I was 23 I went to Paris for a love story. It didn’t work out. I wanted to stay, but I didn’t know anyone in the city or have any money. I had my violin, but I had heard that busking in Paris was illegal. There was only one way to know for sure.
I took my violin and walked down to the Seine. I opened my case and began to play. People stopped to listen. They gave me money. A police car stopped before me at a red light. My hands began to tremble. But they only smiled and waved.
I kept playing and talked to everyone who stopped to chat. Before long I met a student who needed a subletter. I moved into his apartment on the Canal de l’Ourcq. This place became my sanctuary. My home.
Every day people came to talk to me. Some were tourists. Some were musicians. Many were lonely souls who needed to be heard. I would have coffee with these lonely souls. It’s how I learned French. I was a lonely soul too.
Eventually, I stopped being lonely and learned how to be alone. I learned to trust the city and its people. To let the beauty shine. Busker is a love story. Between a girl and a city and the people in it.