A bird dog is a mans best friend.
On Easter Saturday I was more or less a street cat, curiously wandering the streets just for the sake of wandering. The best part of the day was watching the violinists play their vibe while the dude with the bird dog on his shoulder banged his head right in front me. Later on in the day I came across I guy playing a 12 string guitar in sync with some ambient electronic music, really trippy stuff if you ask me. Next time around I will buy both of these bands cds, they rocked. At 9 AM I left my hotel, and I got back around 6 PM. 9 hours of wandering = a big taste of good tunes.