Back from London where we had a delightful couple of days of opera, art galleries and fine dining.
We stayed once again at the Melia White House with its lovely Spanish staff and terrific food. The head waitress, who has become a friend, becomes quite upset if there is pudding left at the buffet … (that’s our excuse).
We met up on Wednesday afternoon for tea and a talk from Chris about Madame Butterfly’s perennial appeal and the influence of Japan on the nineteenth century art world. We then had a pre-show dinner at the Cote Brasserie before strolling over to the Coliseum. The production lived up to expectations with Anthony Minghella’s pared-down setting concentrating the mind on the central drama and wringing the maximum heartache from poor Butterfly’s delusions of eternal love. The staging was at times simply breath-taking. Her child was played here by a skilfully-handled puppet which some people found rather unnerving but I thought was profoundly moving – and I loved the way he stayed in character right through the curtain call. What lovely music it is.