Buskers in London underground

London Diaries 3

 

I am developing a cold. And I am back in London.

The underground train to Liverpool station stops every five minutes. "We are sorry for the delays caused by lack of sufficient staff in East London", they announce.

 

Every day they make the same announcements. It sounds as if staff shortage is kind of disease or tsunami, a natural disaster, which has struck the city, so we should not complain about these regular delays.

 

Perhaps, they are all ill with cold and fever? This is London, the capital of one of the most powerful and rich countries in the world!

However, in spite of everything, I love London.

 

I love the buskers in the London underground. They have their regular spaces authorized properly. Wonder if they have to pay for it. My favourite is at Piccadilly. It is always wonderful though I remember with nostalgia, once hearing a busker on saxophone playing Bolero. It gives me goose pimples, just to think of it.

 

As escalators go deep down into bowels of earth, the acoustics are great to listen to the busker music drifting along the corridors as people rush to catch their trains.

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