The Social Sciences building here in Madison has a lovely carillon tower right outside. The University regularly has carillon concerts starting Sundays at 3pm. I have seen as many as four people gather across the street on a sunny Sunday to listen to a concert (actually, at least some of those people may have been waiting for a ride to pick them up or something).
My office is on the belltower side. I have been in this office for something like three years. I have never once remembered, coming into my office on a Sunday, that the bells are going to start up at 3 until the moment they actually do, completely destroying my ability to concentrate on any kind of work. It's like I never learn. You would think that by now there would be some strange antipavlovian force that would cause me to start salivating at 2:55 or something.