"Can one of the nation's great musicians cut through the fog of a D.C. rush hour?Let's find out.
He emerged from the metro at the L'enfant plaza station and positioned himself against a wall behind a trash basket. By most measures, he was nondescript: a youngish white man in jeans, a long-sleeved T-shirt and a Washington Nationals baseball cap. From a small case, he removed a violin. Placing the open case at his feet, he shrewdly threw in a few dollars and pocket change as seed money, swiveled it to face pedestrian traffic, and began to play."
by Gene Weingarten
Read entire article: Pearls Before Breakfast
See also: A Concert Violinist on the Metro?
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