Few things bring people together like the chance to sit under the stars on a warm summer night, listening to the swell of violins. Here, you’ll find young and old, black and white, hip and decidedly un-hip—all sprawled on blankets, sharing picnic food in the dark. The littlest ones hop and twirl to the music. They are too young to be self-conscious, and too wise to sit quietly in the face of such beauty.