This morning a couple of city workers were clearing out the vacant building that had been used as a rest area for the buskers. All that was left were some tables and chairs, a box of plastic water bottles, and a sack of empty coin wrappers. That just about sums it all up, doesn't it?
I resisted the urge to do the happy dance in the middle of King Street, but I may have hummed a few bars of "Zippidee-doo-dah." Bye-bye, Buskers!