Yesterday (Saturday) we went to see Opera Australia's current production of Madama Butterfly. I don't 'speak music' (any family musical genes, plus the genes for height, athleticism and patience, skipped me), so all I can say is that I absolutely loved it.
The set design and costumes were amazing, the orchestra incredible, the singers wonderful. I cried. Even Spouse said he felt quite emotional at the end of it.
Going to the opera at the Opera House is always an experience. This time, because it was a matinee, we walked straight out the theatre door to the view of the harbour, in full summer mode. It was busy and beautiful. It seemed a pity to rush home, so we had a glass of champagne and some oysters down at the Oyster Bar on Circular Quay, then caught a ferry to Birchgrove (ferry wharf pictured), where my long-suffering brother (who had been amusing Kids 1 and 2 at Bondi Beach, just to squeeze a few more Sydney cliches in) picked us up.
After all that emotion, no cooking was going to happen. We had Japanese takeaway for dinner, just to keep it thematic.
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