Well-accustomed to the usual buskers and musicians we see every day, this character struck me as different. His melancholy tune floated through the city air for all to hear, but with no bucket or hat in sight, it was clear that he was playing for love, not for money. Lost in the music of his tired accordion held together with tape, he had a noble air about him as he sat on his mass-produced cheap plastic throne totally unaware of my interest.