I went to the opera on last Friday. Le Nozze di Figaro at the Royal Opera House to be exact. I'm pretty much an indie rock chick at heart, so this was quite a departure for me (it's not quite Queens of the Stone Age or Glasvegas, is it?).
So how was it? Well, I actually rather enjoyed it. I can't pretend to know whether or not the singing was any good. OK, I will qualify that. It all sounded the same to me, so whether one person was better than another, I really couldn't say. But it sounded good (thank goodness for surtitles tho - my Italian is non-existent, but even with them I had to check on Wikipedia when I got back to make sure I had worked out what was going on - I was pleased that indeed I had!). The set was sumptuous, even with the restricted view, so lord only knows what it must have been like in the £600 seats (ours were a lot cheaper!)
The people were a lot less dressed up than I might have expected, although it was amusing to see lots of them eating in the interval (and lots of them leaving what looked like unfinished champagne and canapes). We did sample the bar and although I didn't think it would be cheap, £11.50 for an orange juice, a small glass of wine and 2 glasses of tap water did seems a tad on the expensive side.
Would I go again? Probably, although I did choose Mozart for a reason. He was the punk of his day, after all. Falco said it, so it must be true.
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