A couple of nights ago, I was out walking the pup.
The usual circuit.
We paused in a park, as Gibson-the-Wee had not seen any friends yet on this walk, and he wanted to linger, in case any happened to come by, canine, human or otherwise.
He's an extrovert.
As we waited, I slowly tuned in to a mildly unusual sound. There, in another corner of our park was a young man.
Playing an accordion.
I don't mean a street performer. There was no suggestion of receiving donations. This isn't a touristy, fancy-schmancy, Old Montreal park. Just a regular city park, in a regular neighbourhood, with dandelions and garbages that sometimes overflow.
There's a beautiful fountain, but it's broken on a fairly frequent basis.
Just a guy.
In a park.
All by himself.
On a warm spring evening.
Playing his accordion.
We're gonna be ok, Montreal.