L'amour des trois oranges

Last night we were able to go to our first opera!  We got tickets to go see L'amour de trois oranges or The Love for Three Oranges.  Being new to the opera thing, our first question was regarding the attire.  How fancy are you supposed to be?!  I did a little research and we decided to overdress just in case.  Apparently it didn't matter because there were people in jeans.  :(  Oh well.  The opera house is only about a ten minute walk from our apartment, but I actually got to wear heels!!!  Yay!  Heels don't really work here.  Bus it was.   
We had our own little personal balcony/room and had a great view of the whole stage and orchestra below.  We had a good time, but soon realized we should have read the storyline before we went.  Duh.  There were a couple of times we leaned over and asked each other what was happening.  It was kind of all over the place (see the plot).  There was a little translation marquee that showed the words in English, but still didn't help us.  Haha!  We had such a great time and are looking forward to our next one. 
                  

There were also creepy clowns in this opera.  No good.  I have an absurd fear of clowns.  I think it's because I watched "It" by Stephen King when I was little.  It also may be the fact that I don't understand why grown men and women enjoy putting oversize colorful clothes on, painting their faces with fake smiles, wearing wigs around a bald spot, and chasing small children around everywhere.  I know it's supposed to be fun, but it's wierd.  These opera clowns were extra creepy, but I was far enough away.  Just a mini panic attack.  If you study the picture to the left you'll see why I could possibly be skeeeerd.  I'll probably have a nighmare tonight just from looking at this.  Awesome. 

P.S.  Sorry if there are any clowns reading this.  I don't know if I have any friends who are clowns though.  I think clown is the only group I openly discrimintate against. 

Au revoir!