Hungarian

More surprises as I packed stuff in boxes destined for deep hiding so the flat looks even more like a rather insipid hotel suite awaiting its next guest. This time - and curiously repeating the Central European riff from last Saturday - I found some Bartók duos that had not seen daylight in over thirty years.

In a fit of insanity I disturbed my violin out of hibernation. The downstairs neighbours must have been grateful the episode was very brief.