Anoushka learned from her father, Ravi, but as a teacher could not impart all that he knew. 'What I was privy to, being around him, is that he considered himself a student,' she tells me. 'He was aware of the infinite nature of growth as an artist. But I don't know where I am in the scheme of that."
As I sat waiting for A Season in the Congo, I was struck by how much more of London there was at the Young Vic. There were buxom, Laura Ashley skirted women; teenagers in their requisite black uniform with matching eyeliner and messy ponytail fountains; older men in calf-high black socks and beige Birkenstocks and hip, colourful young women in thigh-kissing chiffon.