Indians!

On my way back from my second poetry workshop on O'Connell Street, it was the music that drew me (some familiar Western theme I could almost but not quite name). So I walked across to the old Carlton cinema to get a better look. There were four men in Indian costumes, one with the full-feathered regalia of a chieftain. He was the one on the drum. I was struck by the sobriety of the scene, nobody saying anything, various passers by stopping to listen and take pictures with their mobiles. I would have moved in further, and maybe taken closeup portraits (they didn't look as if they'd mind) but the skies suddenly opened, as if they had been performing a rain-dance.