...Heck it, she'll visit the print shop again.

They're running off a batch of sheet music, though the notation is different than anything she's accustomed to.

Oooooh.  "Say, how do you read that, do you know?"

"...I'm not going to give you a lesson about it right now?" says the person operating the press.

"Yeah, that was silly of me.  But if you're willing to, when you're no longer busy with that?  I might be temporarily disposessed of any instruments because of a recent sudden relocation, but I'm nonetheless a pretty good strings player!"

"I'm not actually a musician. I know enough to not make stupid typos is all." Ink, press.

"Ahh, fair enough.  Who ordered these?  If you can tell me that."

"Music shop."

"Ooh, which one, where is it?"

"Tune's Tunes, by the white bridge."

"Aye.  Thanks."

Onwards!  To music!

Unfortunately, the white bridge is not in any of the parts of the city she has previously explored.

Well, maybe she'll ask someone?

...haha no she will probably just look lost.  And eventually either find a white bridge or give up, she supposes.

She does eventually find a river, which might help!

Hooray!  A river!  She'll go upstream first, she supposes.  Less unsanitary-water smell is much more preferable.

There is a red bridge and a brown bridge and then, hooray, a white bridge.

Is there a Tune's Tunes?

If she crosses the bridge: yes, there it is, between a grocer and a bank.

Oh, wonderful, a bank!

Perhaps she'll visit them after the !!music store!!.

...That isn't on fire, she's just excited about it.

They might be interested in some of her stuff!

Especially the formula for continuous compound interest she's almost sure she has somewhere in here.

The music store has instruments! None of them are exactly like Earth instruments but the have the general categories of strings and percussion and wind instruments.

How much are they going for, in "average price of a meal" units?  ...She should make a replica of her violin's bow; it travels better.

Also!  Are there music groups!

No music groups are spontaneously forming right here in this shop where she can see them! There's a guy behind the counter, organizing some sheet music.

Sure, but they might advertise.

She'll just sort of...wander?  See how things are tuned, if they let random passersby actually touch the instruments, give a string instrument's bow a disappointed look...

If the guy who's organizing music pays her any attention, she has a story in mind that happens to be very true.

"I'm from very far away and honestly just looking wistfully at these because what with having lost almost everything in the sudden exodus from there, I'm not going to have much spending-money for a while until I build up some funds.

"Things were a lot different back home, even music notation, which is kind of odd to experience.  Mind indulging my curiosity for how this works?"

He does look at her when she runs her fingers over the strings of a harpish thing.

"How... music notation works? Yeah, as long as it's slow," he shrugs.

"My thanks."

So how does it work?  She can compare-contrast!