SHARING WITH ME

«Ah Sweet Love» (see chapter of March 1st) I walked over the Pont de l'Archevêché and made mention of the «Pont des Arts». Today I crossed the Pont des Arts on my way to my matinée. Practically «passage obligé» when crossing the Seine from Saint Germain if you are heading for the Louvre. It’s a pedestrian bridge and once upon a time was not cluttered with plastic waste bags hanging on the rails (a must I would think today), peddlers and when the crowds are really thick, pickpockets. The locks of love have returned after having literally disappeared in 2010 and then again in 2011. As the bridge had actually been cut to steal the locks we had wooden protections up for some time. I assure you, on both occasions the authorities had nothing to with these thefts and to this day we do not know how they happened. But love in back! Somehow though, I prefer the Pont de l'Archevêché. As not on the  tourist beat, it doesn’t attract the same crowds and there is an intimacy of love in th

Musically, it was a mixed bag this week. I am hoping that «Le Nez» (The Nose) - a filmed satirical opera composed by Dimitri Shostakovich this afternoon will live up to expectations.  At least it should be fun.  Soloists EIC - Auditorium du Louvre Friday 9th March Friday Gianni and I went to hear 4 of the soloists from the Ensemble Intercontemporain. Pierre Bouliez founded the group in 1976. My Mother started following it  at once and pulled me in some ten years later. Not without difficulty I might add. It took me some 5 years or more to adjust my ear to contemporary music. When Mother died I discovered that I had my own tastes in modern and contemporary works and the years of discovery with her had paid off. 
 Without knowing it, the concert on Friday evening was to set off memories. Béla Bartok and Olivier Messaien. Bartok can I suppose still be considered as modern. I knew the work «Contrasts» for piano, violin and clarinet (1938). I enjoyed listened to it again. Practical