Buenos Aires, 5pm.
Just when I was thinking this city would drive me mad, I saw a street musician playing the violin to a little girl and her dad.
Just when I was thinking I wanted to move, this beautiful situation was given to me. "A bubble of beauty floating in the middle of the rush hour" I thought.
He was playing "Manuelita", a song about a turtle that goes to Paris. The first song I learned as a child.
