One of the magical things about New York is the unexpected.
You might, for example, be waiting on a subway when a phenomenally talented musician (or dancer or singer) walks in, throws down a hat or a violin case and starts to play. You might just get to be transported for just a few minutes by a song that has no businesses being where it is, but also belongs exactly in that moment and that place. That’s New York. Last night in the Times Square station, a place I would normally revile with all kinds of (usually true) invectives, this violinist appeared on the far end of the platform, playing Massenet’s Meditation de Thais.
The very best things are always the most unexpected.