Johnny Irish, they called him and few, if any, claimed to know his real name. Banned from driving thanks to his irregular epileptic episodes, he cycled through the streets with a fiddle and a banjoleli in twin panniers, hoping to supplement his meager invalidity pension with a few coppers (though preferably silvers and golds) from passers by.
He played Irish and Bluegrass, Classical and Cajun and if a bunch of children danced without a penny to put in his fiddle case, their smiles were payment enough.
It took him almost a year before he worked out traffic islands were mightily scarce with regards to pedestrians, for all the tooting of horns as the cars drove past.
Image: The Cajun Fiddle [With CD]