Classical

Just some of the many street musicians I came across on my wanderings yesterday. 

Sitting out back of my little B&B on St-Hubert Street, I'm treated to a concert of church bells, chiming all through the morning. These aren't the electronic bells you hear

From the galleries on Ste-Catherine Street.

I'm walking past the Parc des Ameriques – locale of yesterday's Fringe Pop show – when I hear a pair of violins playing the Pachelbel Canon. I stop in, and

In New York, sometimes the best shows aren't listed in any magazine or website. On Monday, I was on my way to the subway from the Piledrivers' gig and decided to

As if I needed another reason to love my nabe: I was walking along 12th Street yesterday when I was stopped in my tracks by the sound of a piano

Spending two out of three nights at the Philharmonic isn't my typical idea of a good time, but it was worth the trek back up to Lincoln Center last night

Tonight's Philharmonic concert wasn't my usual sort of fare – a Brandenburg Concerto, the Haydn Trumpet Concerto, Bolero - but it was all worth it for the 14 minutes Principal Clarinetist