We used to live in Gloucester, the County capital of the Cotswolds which is an area considered to be quintessentially English. One lunchtime, whilst enjoying a gingerbread latte at my favourite Coffee #1 hangout, all of a sudden I heard a piano playing on the high street. A piano? A real piano? Not a pack-up-and-go sythesizer but a REAL piano, how on earth did a busker transport a real piano??
But it wasn’t a busker, it was an ordinary passer-by who had stopped to play “The Entertainer” on a colourfully painted piano randomly stationed on the street. My curiosity got the better of me and I needed to have a closer look. Upon inspection a plaque invited me to “Tickle my ivories. Have a go at playing this piano decorated by students at Gloucestershire College”.
But it wasn’t a busker, it was an ordinary passer-by who had stopped to play “The Entertainer” on a colourfully painted piano randomly stationed on the street. My curiosity got the better of me and I needed to have a closer look. Upon inspection a plaque invited me to “Tickle my ivories. Have a go at playing this piano decorated by students at Gloucestershire College”.