Exactly one month ago I was enjoying a final cup of coffee and a bag of bizcochos (pastries) in my apartment overlooking calle Sarandí, a pedestrian street in Cuidad Vieja. I never thought I'd miss living over a busy city street, but here in Mississippi the only action on the street is the occasional car turning around in our driveway. What I miss most about Sarandí is the music, the good and the bad. It was inspiring to see people doing what they love, which was something I needed to see when I first arrived to Montevideo. There were regulars: the group of candombe drummers begging pedestrians for dinero, a guitar player whose repertoire I had totally memorized, and a flute player who knew the beginning of tunes like Jesus Christ Superstar and Chariots of Fire, but only the beginning. Unfortunately I have no video of the flute player. But below is a sampling of some of what happened along my street, just below my balcony. Enjoy!
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