But suddenly, at 2:50 p.m. a large audience materialised for the free opening concert, and professionalism took over. It is hard, somehow, to make an afternoon concert be as magical as an evening one; daylight is too practical to allow people to forget themselves, and although the Mozart and the Brahms Sextet were as well-crafted as they had ever been, nevertheless they merged too easily into the ongoing afternoon in which people had to go home and get things done, and something of the highly-spiced atmosphere of the late evening was missing.