This evening I went to a concert. Bach, Telemann, period instruments, L'Orfeo Barockorchester, all taking place in an old castle. I was sitting there imagining what it might be like to be dressed like the people on the tapestries along the wall and hearing the 'new' pieces of the evening. It's very easy to think about the glamorous side of living in a fortress on a hill surrounded by a moat with a view of the surrounding area. But I stopped in the room containing weapons from over the centuries, and there is nothing glamorous about their survival. The thing that stood out to me was that even among the cruel struggle for existence the people were able to take time for a true appreciation of beauty on so many levels. Music, art, fashion... Maybe that should say something to us.