A woman told me a story today. She lives in a building in Manhattan. Her neighbor plays the violin, like really plays the violin. This morning the woman was leaving her apartment, complete with briefcase, and the neighbor and two other musicians with string instruments were rehearsing.

The woman paused to listen to the beautiful music. An hour later, she realized she was still standing there, still holding her briefcase, truly captivated. She left for work, but not before leaving a note on her neighbor’s door asking for the date of her next concert.

This is New York.