A few years ago I was on a solo recital/master class tour in England staying in the very nice dorms at the Royal Northern College of Music in Manchester and I accidentally cut my finger. It wasn’t much of a cut, but I needed a band-aid and did not have one. Thankfully, the nice folks at the dorm had some band-aids – my British buddies call them “plasters.” Now, I always take band-aids with me on all trips.
[This post is a slightly revised version of one that was originally published HERE.]
NOTE: The above picture is in public domain as and can be found HERE.