The first that comes to my mind is an old man playing a saw with a violin bow, sitting on a step along the street in Mexico City. It was near the church of Our Lady of Guadalupe, and many pilgrims and tourists walked through the area. A few weeks earlier, I remember being near Tikal in Guatemala, sitting in a little food establishment in the jungle, listening to a man play a traditional marimba. In both cases, the men were completely absorbed in what they were doing, and seemed to not take notice that anyone else was around them. Alice in Montana