Gypsy violinists are where you find them. Unless things have changed since 1969 (maybe they have), if you eat perfunctory goulash in Hungary in a romantic outdoor setting, you’ll be serenaded by a tip-collecting, perfunctory, strolling gypsy violinist. Or you may get lucky and hear one playing in a parking lot in Dallas or its environs, like specifically halfway between Home Depot and Office ...
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