Imagine you are strolling through a crowded thoroughfare. Foreigners and locals mill about, darting between cars and motorbikes for a quick coffee or lunch. Suddenly, you hear a cacophony of drums, chimes, flutes, and perhaps a dulcimer or two. The sea of bodies parts; the traffic stops; and a troupe of brightly clad women slowly dances towards you.
You have no idea what is happening or what signaled the beginning of this phenomenon.
The moment is perfect and fleeting.