Aside from the abundance of self-discovery that Beverly Hills has given me during lunchtime, yesterday, I got something extra special. As Jasleen and I made our way back from Beverly Drive, we heard music. No, it's not Christmastime anymore so it was not holiday tunes buzzing from phantom speakers all over Beverly Hills. Turns out, it was the middle-aged man in a business suit several feet in front of us, all by himself, blowing ever so softly into a harmonica.Why was he playing a harmonica while briskly walking in front of us on the streets of Beverly Hills? I have no idea, but who needs an explanation when life plops something so refreshing and amusing in your lap.
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