Saturday, April 9th was a day of multiple gifts, and if you are patient enough to bear with me till the end of this entry, you will learn why.
“Oh, I know, - continued the server, - but this one is fresh. You can keep the other one too if you like, but this one tastes so much better”.
A free glass of champagne before seeing a Rossini opera at the Met? Could there be a better fit for the occasion? Rossini and champagne… a match made in heaven.
After the fabulous brunch topped with pear croustade and a chocolate dome (as hard to bite on as a real dome has to be), we headed to the Met.
And then it was time to enter the temple of vocal arts and enjoy the opera.
We all know how quickly Rossini composed. We all know how passionate he was about food and wine. Well, my friends, this head-spinning opera sounded like it had been composed in the state of moderate to severe intoxication, before Rossini had the slightest chance to get sober. Don’t take me wrong – I mean it in a good way.
|Juan Diego at the curtain call|