Went by Washington Square, and it perfectly illustrated one thing I love about NYC.
At the north end, people were checking out the new Ai WeiWei sculpture. On the east, there was a piano, a real grand piano (written on the side "This machine fights fascism"). I don't know what he was playing, but it was wonderfully relaxing, a cascade of broken chords, and two guys were lying underneath the piano to better soak up the music. In the middle, people were blowing the biggest soap bubbles I've ever seen. To the west, there was a little percussion band that sounded like bongo, marimba, and maracas. And at the south end, a young guy was sitting on a bench tooting on a trumpet, with a sign saying, "If you play the trumpet, please give me some advice."
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