Basker in Chicago under Full Moon

There's no full moon in the picture. But the image of that huge moon just over the horizon remains etched in my mind, perhaps because I'm used to seeing it from the equator as from higher latitudes.
As for what the saxophone player was playing, I cannot remember now. I wonder if he picked that spot under the angels to serenade strangers on that lonely night. Strangers who do not know about nor give a damn about his hopes and dreams. Well at least the angels will always be there listening to him.

Sigh, this picture will work much better with a spot of flash on the sax-player. =(