I always try to give money to buskers and the only criteria is I have some to give. The reason for this is simple, they light up a city. Yesterday, while walking through Winchester (the picture is Arezzo btw) I was really impressed by the young guitar player and later the sax player with the beat up sax, they really help to bring the city centre alive. I have done some busking in my own time and had a fine time of it. Once in the south of France, In San Tropez, when I was undergraduate age, footloose and well free of the strains of life - 'ah but, I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now...' I sang that, by the way. And that was a time, I was eighteen and took a train from Edinburgh and after a couple of days landed in Marseille, then meandered along the coast. I'm not nostalgic for that time but I did love it, everything, the atmosphere, the climate, the joy... It was a long time ago but I left something there... funny how I awake thinking of that, this morning. I was quite taken by this when I first heard it - a contemporary piece but strangely old sounding, I haven't travelled east much (only as far as Australia, but I might:
