
Drifting along Gt Marlborough Street in London the other week, minding my own business and (unsuccessfully) trying to prevent Mrs MDP from frittering away our last cents in expensive shops, I discovered this outpost of Schott Music of Mainz fame.
Interesting history, too.
To my shame, I didn’t pop in for a look.
(I was on the verge of perishing from dehydration and there happened to be a pub on the other side of the road …)
So that was OK, then…
>Booze wins again.V
>Hoorah for Mrs. JB…"you go, girl!"