On Sundays and holidays, the gardens, beer halls, and wine taverns are teeming with people. Musicians are crammed into every nook and cranny, playing tunes for the crowd […]. First, a one-eyed man comes in, followed by a blind man, then a hunchback – each of them a virtuoso on the harp, pulling faces while singing as if possessed. Then comes a gentleman who blows a bassoon on a hazel branch stick, handing off the doorway to another gentleman who plays Turkish music so loudly that it makes my dear cousin lose both his hearing and sight.