Mr. Tumnus Plays Piano

There is a man I know only from his slipper-selling-stand at the Charlottetown Farmer’s Market. I don’t know his name, or what he does other than make very nice slippers, and so in my heard I think of him as Mr. Tumnus, only because he bears a passing resemblance to, well, Mr. Tumnus.

Yesterday afternoon [[Oliver]] and I dropped by the Confederation Centre Art Gallery to see the new shows and, while we browsing the Walter Tandy Murch exhibition, Mr. Tumnus suddenly appeared, as if by magic, and started to play  hauntingly beautiful music on the grand piano.

That this music was exactly the same kind of music you’d think Mr. Tumnus himself would play our local slipper-making Mr. Tumnus did nothing to dispell his unearthy reputation.

I surreptitiously grabbed a snippet of the piano playing on my phone; it doesn’t really do justice to the experience, but it will give you a taste.