At the south end of the High Line Walk in NYC, we heard faint sounds of a cellist that drew us close. Loved the contrast of the polished cellist against the bright blue tattered tentative wall.
It was so peaceful to sit and take a break. Since then, my love of the cello has grown... heard Yo-Yo Ma at Ravinia last weekend and have been listening to Jacqueline Du Pre over and over again.
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