But then Carlos comes clean: He’s not a soldier, he’s a common criminal, and his band of thieves perform villainous acts, they even set Prague on fire. They sing a duet of reunification although the Count and the chorus join in so it’s no longer a duet. The gang reports that Francesco is no longer a threat. Last act, it’s all going to work out, I just know it. There is a tiny antiquated clock on top of the proscenium the top slides left every five minutes the bottom shows the hour in Roman numerals. Francesco is killed or commits suicide or gets away, it’s unclear in this interpretation, but the Google says lives. Francesco calls the priest for absolution but he’s so totally evil the priest refuses. He didn’t die of grief, he fainted with grief, and Francesco virtually buried him alive. Meanwhile, Francesco is delusional in guilt well, he dug his own grave didn’t he? Then, get this: Carlos finds his father alive, in a pit. He asks his men to bring him Francesco, “feasting or praying.” It’s Brother Vengeance. He finds out his brother plotted against him. Second half Carlos briefly reunites with his fiancée but must return to his coterie of no-goodniks. SS was above the royal box, I was just to the right. As the picture might suggest, the venue was “light” on air conditioning. Meanwhile, Carlos is raping and pillaging with a gang of thugs, so he ain’t no angel either. Francesco professes his love she rejects it he plans to make her his slave.
She finds out by chance that Carlos isn’t dead. Francesco covets the fiancée of Carlos so, while his brother is away, he concocts a plot that Carlos died in battle. A Count has two son’s, Francesco and Carlos. Let me tell you the story, since you ask. Compared to Paris or Covent Garden or Venice, La Scala is really, really unadorned. curtain is tricky in Italy, even in Milan.
We caught a light, early supper at Rinascente (“voted world’s number one department store” but they did not have elevator operators with white gloves as in Tokyo) eating in advance of an 8 p.m.
(In the middle.)Īfter a reconnoitre at the hotel and a cool down (another 33 C day) we set back out early evening for the opera. The collectibles I loved just too big for my luggage. All the clothes I saw that I loved were just too small. But after three weeks of vacation expenses, we were price-tag shy. If you have an expense account, boy this is the place. The bottom picture is of note: Three sculptures of the same thing by three different sculptors with the information panel “Entrance Exam Submission.”Īfterwards we window shopped for an extensive period. Or, accurately, about half of the room of the saints. Then, somehow, he starts to look more and more western European, first a little skinny, then quite Iron Man. Up until around the 10th century AD Jesus was (at least in all the art here) portrayed more or less with how we think a Pharaoh would look.
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Oh yes, so may emails asking for more church pictures.
#VERDI OPERA 5TH CENTURY WINDOWS#
Second, you get up close to artifacts from the church whereas in the church even the windows are partitioned off. First, you have to pay extra over and above going to the church so not that many people do it. Three great things about the Duomo Archaeological Museum. First, let’s go to a museum of a church! Diptych of the Five Parts from the 5th century AD. We didn’t go to a church today, literally, but we did go to the high temple of opera.
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