Busking

I went to the market for the first time today. It was an odd event, but still very cool. It reminded me of the farmers markets back home, but with lots more meat and seafood. The vegetables were extraordinarily cheap, as were some of the fancy cheeses. The weirdest items for sale were pigeons (like from the park) and rabbit. They weren't cleaned, but they were just hanging one hooks behind the meat man (they do clean them after you pay for them, but seriously, pigeons were just chillin there, feathers and all). They sell different parts of the bull and cow too, like the stomach (it looks like a fluffy blanket).

After that, I took my frame drum and went down to one of the tourist heavy areas, opened up my hat, and started playing (aka busking). Talk about a way to kill stage fright, if you can do this, you can play on any stage, large or small. No money today, but I was not in the best of spots, and I didn't play that good. I am going to break out a 5 gallon paint bucket and some sticks soon and break down the marching snare routine soon.

The picture is from a bridge north of my crib. It is a big highway bridge and this tall section is the support structure (i guess).