Busking!

I reckon it takes courage to busk in a pedestrian precinct on market day at any age - I would guess this lass is 16ish! The message in the saxophone case said, busking to pay for the next lesson. She played a lovely jazz sax solo and then, after this little break in which she chatted to an elderly ex-musician, she picked up her guitar and sang. That's her dad minder on the wall, and the cherry man look as though he was as smitten as I was. Yes, I did contribute to the next lesson. Talent is worth supporting, isn't she, dad?