Classical music lovers have all the characteristics of a contemporary nomadic tribe: common physical traits from adopting the same posture for many years, especially rounded shoulders, that come from following the musical score as you listen to extended pieces; pale skin, from rarely exposing yourself to daylight, as most classical music is listened to indoors; and finally, at least middle age, because it seems to be a fact of life that people younger than fifty do not attend classical concerts. Of course, the tribe has no fixed abode, but roams from venue to venue in search of new musical pastures for its soul.
But why so few younger members?
How do they reproduce themselves?
But, like us, Bex did not have an answer.
Maybe, she suggested, the Chillingirian Quartet playing Benjamin Britten's string quartet No 3 is a bit forbidding if you don't know it.
Bex is a cellist herself, a very good one and she played in the Castalian Quartet, a very distinguished group.
Her parents' are not musical, which just goes to show, we are free after all to follow our own tunes.
Maybe classical music needs to go out into the pubs and bars, take itself to the people?
But the people do come, it's just that they're old people, by and large.
Talking of these, as we searched around in one for a late night snack, we were fortunate indeed to meet Ismail Ali, the friendliest shopping guide you could ever hope to meet, who with huge bright eyes and a bigger smile recommended the Falafel to us. We bought the wrong one, but it was delicious anyway.
We know it will be good because Ismail is good - and he has an indefinable air of originality about him, which we find in all the big hearted people we meet on the marvellous streets of London.