It did not seem appropriate to busk.

We continued our walk through the city. It was warm and sunny and we were becoming more and more aware that the natives were actually quite friendly and very helpful. We came upon a street were many people were walking in the sun or sitting outside cafes. Somehow it still seemed inappropriate to break the relative silence and busk. Dad gave some money to a young beggar man who had lost a leg. There quite a few beggars.
Dad still wanted to busk just to do one in each country we pass through. He thought we could give any money we make to the beggars. I still didn't want to. He later agreed that it would have been wrong and somehow disrespectful.