I’m walking home from the city centre after a nice night out on a restaurant. All I can think about is my bed. I’m tired and my legs hurt.
As I’m walking, thinking of my bed and my tired legs, I pass by a window, and I change my plans.
On the other side of the glass, I can see two older men, one playing a violin, the other a flute.
And no-one listens to them. No-one listens to them, but they don’t seem to care. They are closing their eyes while moving their fingers, making the right sounds. The sounds of Irish folk music.
The sounds of Dublin. A Saturday night.