Years ago I worked in Seattle and the ever delectable Ms. Nanuq brought the kids to town one evening to meet me after work. It was Christmastime and it was gorgeous out, with twinkly lights everywhere. We were walking down to the ferry for the ride home and I heard an echo of a French horn on the bricks. I stopped to try to figure out where the sound was coming from. The kids joined me and we started walking alleys and going around corners looking for the source. Suddenly we found them, 3 guys with a French horn, a baritone and a trombone. They were playing the dance of the sugar plum fairies and I just stood there smiling with my mouth hanging open. The kids were enthralled... The guys were amazing. We stood there in the falling snow listening and cheering madly after every song, having as much fun as the musicians. I don't think anyone else stopped, and it was their loss! I found out later the Canadian Brass were in town for a Christmas concert and that was 3 of them just out for fun in the snow. It made a big impact on my kids, which lasts to this day; they both love classical music. And it's all in thanks to those 3 gentleman.
Thanks lads!