Yesterday we did a lot of things around the house after an enjoyable breakfast at the Astoria Cafe in Streatham, which reminds me nothing more than of wonderful mornings hanging out with the Quad. My later gardening efforts did not result in even one bulb making it into the ground, as the garden was so overgrown there wasn't really anywhere to put them. We finally gave out around 4:30, cleaned up, then headed to Brighton for the Brighton Early Music Festival's presentation of music from the Jesuits in China. What was particularly interesting is that so much of the concert was Chinese instruments, Chinese music, and even Chinese poetry. I especially liked the "Farewell to Yuan," called the "passe du soleil" in my program. Here's my version of the poem:
Wei town morn, rain soaks dust
Inn willows show fresh green
Drink one more cup of wine;
Past Yanguan, freinds all gone.
Anyway, it was all done in the Brighton Royal Pavillion, which was good because from our seats we couldn't see the performers at all as the floor is totally flat and they weren't even on stage.
Anyway, shooting off to have lunch at wechsler's sister's house ... will catch up later.