This was one of the most amazing experiences of my life, twice. Once, in Penn Station, a gentleman was playing a cello. You could tell he did not care about the world around him, he was playing because the music was beautiful. I stopped for 30 minutes and shed many tears. The second was in Jackson Square in NOLA, more than once, to the jazz musicians. My son is VERY introverted. But they could tell he was really enjoying their music, so they pulled him to a bench with the older man playing tuba and had him smiling and laughing with them. I was so caught up in the moment, I couldn’t even remember to capture a photo. I wish I had, but I have the memory.