It would be worth travelling a very long way to see this exceptional violinist. Following a hot tip from our friend Nicholas, who had seen her in Bristol, we got tickets for her recital of Bach partitas in Grenoble. It started bizarrely, with the audience kept standing outside the auditorium for over half
an hour while the primadonna was said to be "warming up". But her playing - which we enjoyed from 2nd row proximity - was transcendental. She finished with the Chaconne from the second partita and I felt as though I was being showered with gold, alternating between ecstasy and agony, and nostalgia for a time when I played my violin more regularly. Such effervescent, light-fingered sensitivity, and power.
I will be making friends with my fiddle this week.
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