Disappointingly there are no croissants on board the morning Eurostar to Paris, but I impress myself by remembering the word ‘aucun’ as I ask in a sad-girl voice ‘il y a aucun de croissants?’ My effort is indulged with a French reply, the waiter generously deciding not to wade us back to the English part of the language pool, where I can clearly stand better.
On the subject of being out of my depth — it feels important to mention at the beginning of this review about two classical concerts that I really don’t know much about classical music, susceptible to feeling culturally insecure at a classical music concert in a way that I never would at an art exhibition. But Kolesnikov and Tsoy have a way of transgressing the boundaries of the classical music world; they’ve certainly changed my understanding of it completely.
