Struggling with camellias

In an effort to refresh myself (I'm struggling with the history of that nineteenth-century romantic, the camellia, inspiration for Alexander Dumas - La dame aux camelias - and Giuseppe Veridi's La Traviata) drive to Monmouth for a busk.
Discover I've left my backing track behind and, after ten minutes unplugged (how can anyone sustain solo sax without a backing?) give up.
Collect backing and try Leominster instead. Generous Marcus (above) passes me his spot. Marcus - he's cool.

'Roma guy tries out Marcus' fiddle

I'm playing Manchester City FC's anthem Blue Moon (Rodgers and Hart, 1934) when a couple of Roma guys stop to chat: 'Votre music, Roumanie, nest'ce pas?'
One lady tells me: 'You're very brave.' (Did she mean 'to stand here and play so badly?')
Another declares: 'Lovely,' as she drops a coin in the pot. 'That's cheered us all up.' Bless.

Nothing from dapper local MP, Bill Wiggins who slips by. I think there was a bit of an expenses issue recently: maybe he has to watch his acounts more carefully these days.