A few weeks ago the Queen Elizabeth Theatre had a matinée performance of Georges Bizet’s Carmen. Sung in French with English subtitles hanging above the curtains on a digital screen that was impossible to ignore.
The seats that Karen reserved for us were on the second storey, perfect acoustics.
Opera singing is beautiful, the costumes were flamboyant, the plot devices were bold and dramatic (considering their historical context and time-period), and interactions were a reminder that familiarity reaches from different depths.
This was my second Opera performance, the first experience reserved for the Tragédie en musique of Giacomo Puccin’s Madame Butterfly.