I once busked and hitch-hiked the length of France, ending up sleeping nights on the beach at Setes. One recurring memory of the trip is going to sleep in what I thought was a field, but on waking I discovered to be someone's back garden!
Another memory is having a good crowd around me, and a fair few bob in the case, when a nosey parker approached from the crowd with the sole intention of checking out how much I was earning.
It so happened I was just starting to sing 'It Ain't Me Babe', so was able to sing 'Go away from my money.....'.
The crowd (this was in Holland) got it and broke out laughing.