|Teatro Real, Madrid|
An early morning, mini-cab to Heathrow Terminal 3, airport breakfast, a full flight to Madrid, safely ensconced in Hotel Orfila, which seems comfortable and slightly eccentric - just the way I like 'em. The weather here in Madrid is HOT - around the 30 degree mark, and dry as dust.
I lunched at about 3 pm - segueing easily into 'Spanish time'; and of course it was then necessary to have a siesta. Said siesta might have gone on for far too long, except that I was awoken by a text message from Andy Goodwin suggesting that he could get me a ticket to the Bolshoi's performance tonight - same opera as tomorrow night, but a different cast. Excellent idea! And he could get two tickets so we'd go together. This might all seem massively over-indulgent -- three hours of Russian opera, followed by three hours of Russian opera -- but to an opera tragic like me, 'tis Bliss. Pun intended.
The Madrid opera-going crowd dressed up -- in stark contrast to the Edinburgh Festival opera-going crowd. Of course, due to the heat and the walk, I was under-dressed this time. *duh* The Teatro Real is a beautiful interior refurb about ten years old, and is a lovely theatre, with beautiful acoustics to match.
|Under-dressed opera goer enjoying herself|
Of course, you will want to know what tomorrow night's performance is like, so I'll be sure to report.
|Help for lost people (phew)|
|Madrid back streets|