At the opera

Finally the grand event was there. As Grace and I reached the so called "opera" I had to admit that someone took great care to find an object with class and style and which potentially had been an opera decades ago. Large pillars in a kind of Tudor style and an impressive outside staircase marked its entrance.

However putting architecture aside the people we saw and the way they dressed was breath-taking and at the same time there seemed to be a kind of dress code to stick to certain standards as well. So you could not see someone half-naked or something like this but a porter of a normal opera would have been dazzled by the exotic pageant that was happening her and now....

Leading up Grace, who was wearing an all black pantsuit and high-heeled pumps, we had to control ourselves not to stare like the novices we actually were.

We were watched carefully as well and I somehow felt proud for my tantalizing wife and how people looked at her.