The Traveler continues on down the road, as the Megalopolis gets more and more with trendy shops along the way. At a bus stop in Westport an older fellow with a heavy accent asks him about his guitar. the Traveler tells him he's exploring the area and playing music.

The Russian's face brightens, "I make a living playing music too--I'm a violinist!" He starts recomminding different venues where the Traveler could try to land a gig .

For a brief moment the Traveler get a glimpse of that life... traveling up and down Connecticut performing at chic wineries and cafes... It would be fun... but... I'm sticking to the path that I've chosen.