For my birthday gift this year, my sister treated me to a day at the opera. It began with a drive to Vancouver, which for us takes about an hour and a half. Weather: unusually warm and sunny. The leaves are not out on the trees yet but the blossoms are.
These two little guys waited patiently on the sidewalk while their significant human picked up a coffee.
Before the opera, which was a matinee, we went for brunch at the Homer St. Cafe and Bar.
My daughter joined us for a late brunch of mimosas and baked maple/chicken/bacon/poached egg followed by chocolate pudding and coffee.
Now they will let us in the door because we have the tickets. We picked them up at the box office. My sister had written the reference number on the corner of a page from a farm magazine. Not surprising from the owner of The Farm House Natural Cheeses.
The theatre was packed for Die Fledermaus, which is a comedy. The company adlibbed and even had some speaking parts.
Of course, no photos during the performance. All cell phones and other electronic devices must be turned off. I suspect this policy was conceived to prevent interruptions in the way of murdering the person whose phone starts to ring during the aria.
The entire cast after the performance. The sign above the stage reads: Go ahead. Take a picture. Share@vancouveropera #DieFledermaus. Consider it done. It was a fun performance with great Strauss music, beautiful costumes, and soaring voices.
We finished the day with a visit to my new favourite little squeeze, granddaughter Zoë—and her sweet parents, of course.
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