Saturday night we went out for the last "live from the Met" opera of the season. It was Donizzetti's which sounds really unpromising. In fact, it was brilliant. Natalie Dessay was just fantastic and the production made the plot bearable. At half time we saw John and Katie and had a drink on the deck overlooking the river in the sunshine.
I am writing this on the train. For some reason Google thinks I am Sweedish when on this line.
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