Chichester is a reasonably affluent place and it attracts a lot of tourists on account of its… okay, I'm not entirely sure why it attracts a lot of tourists although it certainly does for some reason. Anyway, where there are tourists and locals with money there will be buskers, and in all the many lunchtimes I've spent observing and photographing people I've come to recognise a lot of these buskers.
There's Guy Who Plays The Blues who's very good and doesn't really seem to make as much money as he deserves. Great voice, great skill on the guitar.
There's Girl Who Plays Jazz and, again, she's very talented. Although miserable as sin. Maybe it's her jazz personality shining through.
There's also White Guy Who Plays Reggae and he's an oddity; he's not bad, not great, but he just seems wrong somehow.
The most successful of all the buskers is Guy Who Cannot Hold A Note To Save His Life which does make you wonder just what it is that drives so many people to throw money his way. They might be donations towards singing lessons, I suppose.
And there are many more.
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