In Trafalgar Square on Wednesday I walked past the most incredible busker playing his soul out outside the National Portrait Gallery. He was playing a Spanish guitar in a beautiful tune with a repeating melody, and then he began to sing in a foreign language. It was so beautiful, and I was in awe.
It did unfortunately make me sad because of the lack of recognition that he was getting. His music is ignored and it shouldn't have been. I would have bought his album, and the next time I go into London I will return to that spot to see if he is playing again.
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