If someone wheeled a sound system on to one of the streets in downtown Rochester and sang arias in Italian at the top of his lungs he would probably be arrested. The guy in the trench coat above held this crowd of passersby captive and had a woman kissing him on the cheek and whispering in his ear as we strolled by.
We live in Rochester for reasons that are not entirely cultural. They are perfectly valid reasons and as varied as we are. We like a small city with easy access to the countryside and weather of all extremes. Opera on the street is not on the menu.
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Sounds and looks like you had a mystical and romantic New Years – Ours was mystical, too, with foggy City fireworks on the Main St. bridge at 10, then over to the Little to hear Watkins. They were in rare form! xo, and Happy New Year!!!!