A night at the opera

What a jam packed weekend! A new baby. A long overdue and lovely visit from one of my gorgeous nieces. A relaxing afternoon incorporating some shopping and consumption of home made, deeelicious sweet treats... courtesy of hostess with the mostess Laura, at her Intimo party (thanks Spunky!) AND a tremendous night at the opera with my Mama.


It's been some time since Mama and I took ourselves off to the opera. From memory, it was the year I was pregnant with Angus. Actually, as I recall VERY pregnant. For whatever reason we have put one of our long standing traditions on hold, for well, three years. Attending the opera and ballet used to be our special thing. A chance to catch up over lunch or dinner and then witness a spectacular display of dramatic flair and enjoy the most splendid vocal and instrumental talent on offer. It might be cliche, but it is the greatest all-round feast for the senses. So it was nice to be able to kickstart it again with one of the classic spectacles, Carmen.


We have seen Carmen before, albeit many years ago, so it was great to see a whole new production, with a fresh, sexy (yes, sexy) and modern perspective. Those voices. WOW. Not much more to say about those, as they are just pure perfection. The music, so rousing, yet entrancingly calming. The story, so passionate, though utterly tragic. Tragic beyond words. Opera certainly captures despair and woe, along with exaltation and merriment. Cleverly bundled into one, three act performance. Carmen most definitely ticks all the boxes.


I am very much looking forward to our next rendezvous inside the magnificent sails of the Sydney Opera House. Elegant and picturesque in the light of the setting sun, on a balmy Saturday in February. Too good a photo opportunity to miss.