Treading Water in Paradise

So, whilst we wait for various mysterious things to happen (ooooooh) we are back in our adopted home town of Girona, with our adopted old folks minding the Pensione. Last night we headed out for some Culcha, in the guise of a free (yes, free!) cello and piano concert. The setting was a beautiful cloister dating back a few years, and we were all seated in the center square with a few tall trees shading us from the moonlight. As we arrived we noticed three aisles of black chairs facing the wrong way and figured they must be for important people to sit in later, however, with only minutes remaining before the advertised 11pm kick-off time, art happened. People started emerging with huge blocks of ice and putting (i´m sure they would say árranging´or ´situating´) them in the chairs in a distinctively "arty" manner. Then, they all sat around and congratulated themselves on their brilliance, while the rest of us waitied for the real show to begin, quietly fuming at the loss of all the best sitting positions to a few melting inanimate objects.
The playing was nice but not amazing, although the final Debussy sonata was something quite special. At the end, the obviously "new to classical music" crowd kept clapping and yelling, but the performers had nothing up their sleeves, and had to keep coming out and bowing. It was a strange mix of juvenile high jinks, beer, and high culture, and was free. Did I mention that already?