{"id":1054,"date":"2022-02-12T21:45:03","date_gmt":"2022-02-12T21:45:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.stuffbysofia.com\/blog\/?p=1054"},"modified":"2022-03-16T19:01:47","modified_gmt":"2022-03-16T19:01:47","slug":"the-london-years-the-rest-is-noise-5-of-20","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.stuffbysofia.com\/blog\/2022\/02\/the-london-years-the-rest-is-noise-5-of-20\/","title":{"rendered":"The London Years: The Rest is Noise (5 of 20)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

As the symphony began there were only a few musicians on stage. The lights were down, so I knew the thing had begun but I had never seen anything like this in the Royal Festival Hall. Gradually more musicians came – some warming up, others obviously playing from the score. Until, when the whole orchestra was assembled, the sound exploded softly and I was happy, in my seat at the back, \u00a312 if booked early enough. Welcome, to the music and the noise in London. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don\u2019t know what\u2019s going on? I\u2019m leaving London soon<\/a> so this is one of my 20 London stories <\/a>\u2013 a celebration of 20 years of my life here.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n

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A post shared by Sofia Gkiousou (@sofiagk)<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n