We will forever remember this, below our window or somewhere close by, playing quietly in the background, like the sound of birds. He busks for hours every single day, and his soundtrack accompanies our naps, reads, plannings, cooking. We'll write him a Christmas letter in bad Italian, stuff in some Euros to thank him and his (I imagine) family for what he's brought to our stay here.
Video: Our Florentine Busker
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