“Every thing that heard him play,
Even the billows of the sea,
Hung their heads, and then lay by.
In sweet music is such art,
Killing care and grief of heart
Fall asleep, or hearing, die.”
–Henry VIII, 3.1.4-15
There is always someone playing music in the streets of Barcelona’s Gothic Quarter, though a harp is pretty unusual.
Here is another example taken nearby, a photo I particularly like and which I’ve posted before.