A bit of Schubert

does wonders for the soul. We were wandering to the square after a minor tussle with wether it was o.k. to leave some shirt buttons undone. I'm afraid I'm a bit English sometimes. Little Agu was eventually lured in to hear
Suzanne Bradbury and her colleague preparing for their evening concert. Agu hid behind the pillars for a while, but finally popped out and listened intently while studying a watercolour. I was so pleased to eventually hear her play, especially in Escalopiés, just round the corner, and with space to walk around and view some art.

I often hear her as I walk through the streets during the day. Our neighbour's son studies at the institute, and I love to hear his intense practising. There's a saxophonist somewhere near too, and a new guitarist in town, who sits high on a window ledge, playing to the skies. How much better than plugging something into your ears! Canned music or live and unfinished symphonies?