"HE EMERGED FROM THE METRO AT THE L'ENFANT PLAZA STATION AND POSITIONED HIMSELF AGAINST A WALL BESIDE A TRASH BASKET. By most measures, he was nondescript: a youngish white man in jeans, a long-sleeved T-shirt and a Washington Nationals baseball cap. From a small case, he removed a violin. Placing the open case at his feet, he shrewdly threw in a few dollars and pocket change as seed money, swiveled it to face pedestrian traffic and began to play."
The man was Joshua Bell, one of America's top violinists.
What do you think, happened?
Did anyone recognize him?
Did they queue up and wanted his autograph?
Read the rest of Gene Weingarten's story "Pearls Before Breakfast" and Joshua Bell's little experiment.