When I get off the train from the beach to the city I walk a tunnel under a busy main street with an escalator leading right up to my school. The tunnel is usually dotted with different musicians. Some are there more times than others. Some are good. Some are not so good. Most play guitar, some just sing, one guy plays keyboard, it's a nice sight to walk through for the most part.
Every Tuesday morning when I go to school at 9 AM there is an old Chinese man standing at the same spot every time. He has this little puppet booth and a puppet on strings with ancient Chinese music in the background (I know because I have been watching lots of kung fu, duh). And every Tuesday morning he is there with this content, closed mouth smile on his face just swaying back and forth with this elaborate puppet and stage. It is sweet.
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