When my daughter was 19, she flew to Paris with a carry on suitcase and her cello. She connected with some other students sharing an apartment. She would take her cello down to the river and practice Bach suites. Tourists, mostly Americans, would throw enough money into her case to cover her expenses.
When they stopped to chat, they complimented her on her English, and she replied she had studied in the US for many years. They left with a story about the French student they came across, she hit the farmer's market at closing time and bought food and wine for dinner.
Spent six weeks in Paris for basically her air fare.
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