about the day we walked down the bank of the Thames and came across the three old men playing music in one of the underpasses. One violin, one drum, and one trumpet. At first we stood and watched. Then I began to move to the rhythm, little by little. In the end, I took off my red duffel coat and started to dance. They were delighted and played and played on. We were there for a long time. When the music finally stopped I gave them all the money I had, and thanked them. They were from Bulgaria, and hardly spoke a word of English.