This guy is one of the many acts that have, at one time or another, populated the main plaza of the Pompidou Centre in Paris. He shared space with a Nepalese string quartet, a troupe of break dancers from the suburbs, and a bunch of African storytellers who used the same soap box for standing up while telling tall tales.
He had the most amazing belly I have ever seen.
One of his cohorts threw darts at his midriff and they just dangled there for the enjoyment of tourists and aspiring writers.
Not at the same time, of course.