They passed a woman seated at a piano that had somehow been positioned on a street corner. Her fingers moved across the keys with fluid grace, drawing out a melody that carried over the ambient noise.
Around her stood a group of women, five of them, and they were arranged in a semicircle. They sang in harmony, their voices blending into something that made heads turn as people passed.
"They sound so good." Marie says.
"I agree." Reinhard says with a chuckle.
Martha laughs and says. "I love coming here during my lunch to listen to all of them."
Further down the same street, other groups waited with visible impatience. One cluster consisted of men holding instruments such as a violin and a flute. Another group appeared to be acrobats, stretching and warming up their bodies while eyeing the piano player's performance with a grin.
