This was not my small child, but every passerby was charmed by her (and the music).
She refused to leave the busker, who played beautifully and almost tenderly for his new biggest fan. Soon they both had an audience.
Her parents beckoned her onwards in vain – so eventually her father returned to grab her hand, tugging it gently, in an effort to encourage her to walk on.
She didn’t see the point. Laughing, she jumped a little dance, looked round at the smiling faces, pointed delightedly at the busker, and wouldn’t budge an inch.
Finally the musician stopped, rested his guitar, and helped the parents by waving goodbye.