These concerts had simple beginnings, a product of the Cairo Opera's plan to bring music to a new and younger audience. It is a policy that has remained alive and is still growing. The hour of 2pm, the beginning of the concert, is a blessed hiatus if you can make it, and Fridays are beautiful because you can actually see the streets through which you pass. And the journey ends at the Opera House gardens, which are now flourishing, free from the usual merciless sadistic pruning of gardeners. At these concerts you hear the best, sometimes imported but mostly Cairene.
Continuous praise is always difficult.
It can't be that good. He's getting old and sentimental. But I'm not. Just go for yourself on a Friday and find out. Three Fridays ago, we were given an all Bach programme which, for depth of sound, excitement and sheer pleasure, could hardly be surpassed.