Sometimes There Is Magic

Magic little things that you'd forget if they didn't jump in front of you, that you wouldn't notice if they weren't there under your feet.  But there is still magic.
Going back from the Marais today with my father, we switched from Métro 1 to the RER at Chatelet and came across a chamber group playing Handel's "Water Music" in the station.  There were something like five violins, a cello, an upright bass, and a viola, and they were excellent.  A crowd had gathered, and the group - obviously good enough to be playing at way better venues than the subway - made it wound totally captivating.  The way three different violin parts rose and fell, intertwining in harmonies, the cello was sublime, the whole thing together....
Just magic

(violin from here)