The least surprising instalment in my perennial search for Morricone fans...
Walking along the two-hour queue to get into the Duomo (which we didn't bother with, being content to marvel at it from the outside) we spotted two very good buskers on violin and double-bass, running through various standards. As we ducked into a shop to escape the heat and buy some souvenir local virgin olive oil, they started up on (of course) Gabriel's oboe.
Yes, I could have mentioned this in my other thread, but decided to give it its own.
"In my fantasy exists a warming wind That breathes into the city, like a friend"
