Saturday, February 25, 2012

Playing for food in downtown Auckland

This clarinet-playing horse ("I don't have a name") reckons that when he wears his mask people give him money.
"Even the kids. I hear them laughing at me then they give me some money."
Looking at the number of homeless or simply impoverished panhandlers lining Queen Street, anything that provides a competitive advantage is probably a good thing.
"Do you mind if I take a photo?"
"No, people take lots of photos."
Thanks, Mr Horse With No Name.

Enough for lunch?