It’s intermission. I’m in the pit, but not for long … time to stretch the legs. It’s now 70.3. And reeking of perfume. Someone who is near the pit has decided to bathe in scent. Whoever you are … I do NOT thank you!

The audience seems pretty enthusiastic. Opening night is never as excited as following shows, though … I think they wait to see if they are supposed to like the opera or not. They won’t know until they read a review.
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