To market, to market...

... to buy a fat pig? No, my mother prefers vegetarian meals. We bought a demi baguette from the Boulangerie Française, a yellow courgette, some beans, grapes and blueberries from the Byward Market and a new blouse for Mum from The Bay.

In the evening Mum (playing the piano), Chris (on the clarinet) and I (singing) had a go at Schubert's Der Hirt auf dem Felsen. I've just come across a web-page reference to it which contains the following sentence:

For all the superficial tendencies of the song, Schubert's feeling for the text is very genuine -- he knew quite well that he was not long for this Earth; the "spring" of resurrection was to Schubert a very welcome thing, and he was indeed quite ready, even eager, for such a wandering.

What pretentious speculation!

I also made an attempt at Elvira's recit. and aria In quali eccessi, o Numi from Mozart's Don Giovanni, as sight-read by George and friends in Australia this week, most likely. Thanks for the reminder of this wonderful music, George!