On my way home from my oyster lunch, I happened to notice that the Ballet de l'Opéra was featuring an "Hommage à Jerome Robbins" for Friday evening. I had no plans for Friday evening so I inquired about tickets. The performance was almost completely sold out, but they had a few remaining tickets with "limited visibility". The ticket was really cheap - only 10 Euros - compared to the 87 Euros that I paid for the last ballet that I went to!
When I arrived, I discovered that I would be sitting in a "Baignoire" on the main floor. "Baignoire" means "bathtub" in French! Here's what it looked like:
This is the view that I had from my seat in the baignoire:
I could only see the left side of the stage, so I had to wait for the dancers to come in and out of my line of sight. I didn't mind too much though; I had a great view of the orchestra.
Here's what the interior of the Opera looks like:
And here's the domed ceiling which was painted by Chagall:
Here's where you can go to have your glass of champagne during the Entr'acte (intermission):
Finally, this is the outside of the Opera building as we were leaving:
p.s. Someone asked me how it felt to be alone in Paris. Last night I realized that I felt your presence, dear Reader, as I recorded these sights and sounds. I imagined the funny things that we would be saying to each other as we watched and listened together . . .
When I arrived, I discovered that I would be sitting in a "Baignoire" on the main floor. "Baignoire" means "bathtub" in French! Here's what it looked like:
This is the view that I had from my seat in the baignoire:
I could only see the left side of the stage, so I had to wait for the dancers to come in and out of my line of sight. I didn't mind too much though; I had a great view of the orchestra.
Here's what the interior of the Opera looks like:
And here's the domed ceiling which was painted by Chagall:
Here's where you can go to have your glass of champagne during the Entr'acte (intermission):
Finally, this is the outside of the Opera building as we were leaving:
p.s. Someone asked me how it felt to be alone in Paris. Last night I realized that I felt your presence, dear Reader, as I recorded these sights and sounds. I imagined the funny things that we would be saying to each other as we watched and listened together . . .
Beautiful, Elaine! Love the Chagall ceiling. How has the volcano ash affected your travels? You are one well connected traveler. Friends everywhere! How fun. TCS.
ReplyDeleteI love that you were in the 'bathtub'!!!
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