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Buskers July 26, 2006

Posted by Amanda in Travel Diary.
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It is amazing how buskers reflect the city you are in. I remember the first time we rode the Metro in Paris and there was a busker playing a piano accordian. It was like a scene from a movie.

In New York, the buskers were just as fitting. The first ones we saw were a barber shop quartet. But the really impressive one was a man who looked homeless but had a fabulous jazz voice and was captivating.

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