'Practise something ten thousand times if you want to do it properly,' says Rosemary, quoting the violinist and teacher Suzuki. I know. A drawing is an idea, a what-if. Most drawings should be discarded, not put up on the internet ten thousand times.
Lunch is a surprise. The price, anyway. Here in the Indian YMCA in Fitzroy Square, an aromatic vegetable curry with pilau rice costs £3.80.
Karl Jenkins has composed a piece for the ensemble. Another surprise: he turns up after lunch to conduct his work.
The orchestra rehearses some of Brahms's Liebeslieder Waltzes. I remember singing them in the school choir in the final concert before we left. We wore cotton summer dresses, some home-made like mine.
We stood on the stage with a drop in front of us. Where were we going? Disastrous loves awaited more than a few.
We sang a heavy-duty English translation:
O stray not, dear heart, midst yonder green meadow fair,
The flow'rs about thy feet will harm thee, so wet are they.
More pictures if you scroll down.
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