What a treat to see an altar in the Frari restored by Venice in Peril
When I was a boy, in the 1950s, a few years before Keir Starmer was born, when Harold Macmillan was Prime Minister and we’d never had it so good, and when Andrew Lloyd Webber, aged nine, was starting out as a composer (creating a suite of six pieces for family and friends), the longest-running musical in the history of the West End was an enchanting show called Salad Days. My parents took me to see it at the Vaudeville Theatre in the Strand. Three times. I loved that show. I bought the EP and learnt all the songs. The one that is still in my head, almost 70 years down the line, is the one that begins, ‘Summer and sunshine and falling in love...’ I am just back from three fabulous days in Venice and, down every calle I wandered and over every little bridge I crossed, I found myself...
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