Evening Serenade

Every few days or weeks a band of Roma (the politically correct word for Gypsies) makes the rounds in our neighborhood playing for money.

Anna hates them because they often come after the kids are in bed and she's convinced that they're only extorting money from mothers with sleeping children, who pay them to go away. I find them kind of charming.

The other day we had an organ grinder go by. Occasionally a knife sharpener passes ringing a bell and calling for knives.