Intermezzo

a taste of summer
cows munching on frozen grass
their own ice lollies

On Wednesday night, watched the first episodes of a good new French miniseries, Philharmonia. A new conductor (or should I say conductress?) is hired to head Paris' philharmonic orchestra (the building is by Jean Nouvel and I love it). Her first move is brave: she sacks the first violin to replace him by a twenty-year-old prodigy. The whole orchestra goes on strike to protest the decision (where else but in a French series woul you see that, eh? ;-) ). The politics and plottings of a major orchestra, laced with the fact that the conductress is at risk of coming down with the same illness that causes her mother's death - if it is indeed the illness that killed her, of course...

To explain my title: the weather, or at least the colours, made me think of a spring or summer morning, making the day a nice relief in the long series of bleary ones, a link of sorts. And then of course there's the musical term, and, I think, a classical music programme on the French public radio. Unless it was on TV...