One of the very cool aspects of travel are the (strolling, standing, sitting) musicians you see throughout the public transport systems, especially in the New York Subway, London Underground and the Paris Metro.
Many of the musicians are, of course, hoping to earn a bit of money (earning their entire living perhaps) while playing their instruments, with their guitar cases (violin cases, an old hat, a paper cup, whatever) prominently displayed to drop a bit of coin into, if you appreciate what they’re playing.
I especially enjoy the Parisian musicians because they’ll hop aboard the Metro with a beat box and amp (skillfully rolled around on a small stand-up shopping cart), playing their hearts out, while the world around them simply endeavors to get to their destination.
For me, though, observing this melodic and harmonious behavior, is poignant. A nice young man played a beautiful saxophone
last night on our way to the Eiffel Tower. It was an emotional, sexy and soulful train ride.
Consider this: Every day these creative and melodic people play the soundtrack of our life’s journey. And that is something I am thankful for…
