Just across the road from my office in London, there’s a small park. In there, right next to the pavement and largely ignored by the thousands passing by, is this flowering head statue symbolising the blossoming of English Baroque music. The man in question is Henry Purcell, and he was born not far from where the sculpture sits. He’s known as one of the greatest English composers. Most people pass it by without a second look, or their gaze is fixed on the building opposite, which is New Scotland Yard: maybe they’re in a hurry to see the famous triangular sign as it rotates no more than 100 metres from the sculpture.