A Night at the Opera

There was no need to worry about dressing appropriately for the opera. It was certainly not a black tie event. First of all, the show started at 6pm, practically a matinee, especially in this town where dinner isn´t until 10pm, and the nightclubs don´t get going until 2am.

We sat practically in the rafters, but that didn´t really matter. The show was in French. I was surprised to see that they had Spanish subtitles on a screen above the stage. I found them a bit distracting, so I pretty much ignored them. The gist of the show was that Agamemmnon- the daughter of Oedipus if I remember correctly from my Biblical and Classical Literature class in college- was very, very sad because her whole family was dead. Unbeknownst to her, she had a brother in jail. Just as she was about to execute her brother, she realized he was her brother and they hugged. Everyone lived happily ever after. Or something like that. When it was all over, there was the world´s longest curtain call. It was as if they didn´t really know how to do a curtain call, all looking at one another for when they should bow, and pulling people out of the wings. But despite the finale awkwardness, it was a delightful evening at the opera.