Where am I?: Bus stop buskers
You'd be hearing the crash and warble of this drum and accordian over the roar of the nearby Atlantic.
Everywhere on Earth, musicians take to the streets, hoping to separate passers-by from a florin or pfennig or two. But not all of them have the luck of these guys -- the ruined castle backdrop (or is it a 12th century abbey?), the half-blue skies, the comfortable place to sit. This territory has a proud musical tradition, including plenty of harp-playing monks, but also a long-ago queen who ordered the burning of instruments. (Why didn't anybody in Sweden think of that when Abba came along?)
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