March end. So I went to the bank. Naturally I had to go in the afternoon, and the sun was scalding hot. I love summer though. I associate it with pink water-melon slices, tall glasses of sugar-cane juice with crushed mint, bright yellow jacaranda trees, the shimmering silk of my Ma’s sari, and (amongst other music) Nana Mouskouri’s ‘Amapola’ and Boccherini’s ‘La Musica Nocturna de Madrid’.