Sounds, smells, colors...all of that helped mend things a bit. I needed some fresh air, some new sights, and the Farmers market at Union Square delivered.
When I arrived I ran into this guy playing the piano. The piano doesn't belong to him - another man actually brings it here and lets whomever feels like it play tune for themselves or others. This one guys was simply amazing, and you could see pure happiness on his face as he was playing his favorite tunes. That has to be one of my favorite things about New York city - talented people, talented musicians sharing their love for their art with strangers for little or no money. Inspiration at every street corner.
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