In the fountained courtyard people naturally come thru going to and from pubs and shops. With a large contingent of people already assembled watching, curious people merged in to hear what was going on.
As the they performed some neutral listening faces couldn’t stay that straight as the four went around and through the crowd, leaning in to drop a whisper of personalized words that only a certain person could hear. That’s what was happening around the time of this picture, when they were reciting varieties and properties of apples and apple trees. Sometimes there were solos, sometimes in concert, with crescendos. They went around the trees and behind the crowd and thru it. Charles has a photo of that.
Some didn’t know what to make of the sound poetry. One man kept flicking between tapping his finger and starting to move to the rhythm, and catching himself, looked puzzled and the cycle repeated. The regulars knew more what to expect and could just immediately go into the ride of enjoying sounds and play.
Some passersby rubbernecked and kept going but a few looked back with a wtf expression. Some paused and drifted by to nearby steps for a while.
The man to my right ceaselessly grinning and saying it expanded his mind and gave him all sorts of new ideas and concepts. He explained to both Monique and I in turn how he felt so free listening to it.
Towards the end a pair of ladies came by the edge and started a little dance to peter piper.