Last Saturday, when I was cycling along a canal here in the centre of Weesp, I heard curious music.
I noticed that other people were also wondering where that sound came from.
Suddenly, there he was ! Steaming in from under a bridge, in his tiny little vessel.
Blowing on a trumpet, then a horn, while turning the wheel of a small street organ.
And this unusual combination sounded surprisingly delicate, really nice !
He played a couple of songs.
Then he stood up in his boat. Greeted, and wished everybody a life of beauty and happiness.
After that, he quietly sailed away, in the direction of Amsterdam.
I never saw the man before. Nor did anybody else, as far as I could hear.