John. It took me a while to find out John's name, and until then I always referred to him as "harmonica man", because that's what he plays. Makes him sound like a spaghetti western character, which is probably as far from the truth as possible. He buses into town most days, picks a familiar spot, and makes a lousy job of playing the harmonica for the few coppers people throw in his hat.

I approached him and asked permission to take his picture. Before I could focus he flashed a smile of pure beauty and innocence, perhaps a habit from better days, which quickly faded behind a mask of caution. You can't really hold a conversation with John when he's busking, he's a very reserved soul who I suspect likes the company of people around him but is happy to be an observer rather than a participant.