Violin at Miraloma

I’d stopped at Miraloma on an errand on Saturday morning and was  going back to my car. The air was full of music. Where was it coming from?  A cluster of passers-by stood on the sidewalk, listening and wondering.

Then I realized:  A young violinist had set up inside Miraloma Cleaners, and it was her music that we were all hearing. It was quite lovely.

People gathered around, peering into the store. I had to leave, but as I got in my car, more people were stopping to listen to the impromptu concert.