The other day JNH and I were strolling through Astoria Park and we came across a piano with the sheet music for O Sole Mio clipped up ready to play. We plonked our way clumsily through the tune under the plane trees, with a view of the East River. (Astoria Park is wonderful but biodiversity isn’t its forte – nearly all its trees are planes). The piano is part of the Sing for Hope project – there’s another one, a pink one, which I pass in Herald Square on my way back from work each day.
