There were bagpipes heard from over the hills! I was near the edge of the Ramble when I heard them, and they're such a distinctive sound there's no mistaking them if you know what they are, so I set off in the direction it was coming from. One hill, then another, and two qualifies for the plural. I showed up just as the busker was finishing up his working day, and it was still lovely - bagpipes over the hills. New York City is pretty wonderful sometimes.

What I should do is invest in more instant miso soup packets. I was craving something savory, and those would hit the spot. I'll see about getting some today.