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.
FOREST KNOLLS NEIGHBORHOOD 