I stopped this evening around 6:30 to listen to a young man playing music that I think was from the soundtrack to a French movie (Chocolat? Amelie?). Since I didn't ask permission to post his photo, I've cropped the picture: you only see the musician's back as reflected in the big silver ball, and the back of his friend's head in the foreground.
It was a warm and sunny evening, and three young Italians were playing on the spinny platform nearby. I sat on the steps and just listened, basking in a solitary but shared moment of quiet joy.
It was a warm and sunny evening, and three young Italians were playing on the spinny platform nearby. I sat on the steps and just listened, basking in a solitary but shared moment of quiet joy.