There are lots of performers of all types in Mexico City. Mime artists. Human statues. Buskers. Acrobats. Weird and exotic dancers. Self lacerating metro acts. Harmonipan players. Sadly without monkeys. Organ griders should always have a monkey. And clowns, plenty of clowns. Some are good. Some are downright awful. The latter being the reason that buskers on the London Underground have to audition and obtain licenses. We could really do with a similar scheme on the Mexico City metro system.
Except a lot of the performers are as financially desperate as the music they play, and really need the pesos. Everyone’s gotta make a living. If they’d stop playing for a coin or two, I’d pay up more often though. Harsh, but true.