Trumpet Man plays on
Banished from his home and kin
Rain, shine shan’t stop him
Practically every time I jog along this stretch, I see the Trumpet Man. I hear him play. I feel his dedication to the craft. I’m not kidding about rain not stopping him; he just moves to the bridge that’s behind your humble photographer.
Honestly, though. It does seem like the best option. My experience of Taiwanese apartments so far suggests that they’re very poor performers on the sound insulation front (well, any sort of insulation, to be honest), so where else to go? You’re seldom that far from a riverside park in this city.
Play on, cool cat.
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