Every time I pay my rent, I can't help thinking that a family of ten can survive for ten months in Somalia. The equation has a very Chaplinesque feel to it. Back to the cafe. Free live music. I see a musician getting ready to play his trumpet.
People are excited, but they act sedately.
The trumpeter, round-cheeked, is around fifty. Women love to love musicians, and men musicians love to be loved. Now the fattie-pattie places the music sheet on the stand and dusts and shines his trumpet. People nod to him and he nods back to some, selectively. Almost all the customers are white except for a handful like me.