Life And Limb . . .

So, there I am, being treated to some beautiful classical guitar playing in the subway beneath Toronto's Eaton Centre. Wonderful sound, expressive face. All is calm.

Hmm, must get a picture. Out comes the camera. Drat, flat battery. No sweat. I turn round, fumble in my pocket and find a spare. Take shot.

About to take second pic when the music stops and a loud roar comes from the mouth beneath the beret . . . "NO PICTURES. NO PICTURES". He starts to stand. I flee for the escalator, pushing the $2 coin I was about to give him back into my pocket.

On reflection: Great music. Crap picture. No bloody nose. Cash in hand. Could be worse . . .