Magic

There's something magical about sipping wine and nibbling on cheese and chocolate high above the streets of central London. As I sat perched high over the city in the champagne bar at Vertigo, I was overtaken by the majestic powers of the city whose beauty was rivaled only by that of my date. As we discussed music and opera, the romantic concertos of Mendelssohn and Tchaikovsky ran in my head leaving me not a moment of peace. Life is good.
Today I'm off to Salzburg for a week to listen in on the master classes at the Mozarteum. It's been 10 years since I was last there. I hope everything is just as I remembered.