sparkling classics
The weather in the week leading up to Symphony Under The Sky had been unusually warm. No one could have predicted that the hottest day of the summer would have fallen in September. Around the city people had been flocking to have their last al fresco experience before fall arrived. I had also been trying...
the sum of all our parts
Looking down from the second balcony the audience had become a sea of heads. In the dim light of the hall I could make out a suggestion of coloured shirts – certain bright tones stood out from the rest. When the musicians stopped the scene would change to a flutter of hands – and the...