Hurdy Gurdy Man

To the library to get some new library books, to the bread shop on the market for a ciabatta loaf, to the bank to get statements.  It was mid morning so the city wasn't packed.  The hurdy gurdy man (I think it's a hurdy gurdy) was playing sweet tunes near the bank and a little way away a guitarist was playing some lovely classical stuff.  Bikers were chatting on the bike park above the market and, again, I have no deadlines to meet.  Bliss.

My mooch around also reminded me how much I love people watching.  There's a couple more people pics posted as extras.