The door's locked; but seconds after I try the handle, just as I'm turning away, it clicks open and a bearded face emerges.

"Were you trying to get in?"

"Yes, but if you're closed I can come back another time."

"No, come in if you want to. I was just getting things ready for a performance. We've got some saxaphone players coming at 1.30. I'll be opening soon in any case."

A thin bearded man in an open-necked shirt, probably in his seventies but hair still mostly black rather than grey. Intelligent humorous eyes.

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