Reader Gregory just brightened my day.
I came across this scene while walking through Powell station en route to the Ferry Building. I decided to pass through the station instead of walking the well-trodden and energetic Market Street. The energy underground is much different. Bright florescent lights leave nothing uncovered, and the corridors echo the voices and whispers of those passing though.
From a hundred steps away I heard the soothing notes of a trumpet player and his mp3 orchestra. And as I turned the corner, this is what I saw.
Anyone know more about this trumpet player?