Tuesday, 6 December 2016
Tutus and Tights
Last night we took Paul to see his first ever ballet at the Sydney Opera House. Two years ago he felt left out after Sarah and I went to see the Nutcracker together so this time he joined us to see the Australian Ballet production of Coppélia. I reasoned that even if he didn’t like the dancing he would enjoy the music (not to mention all the pretty girls with incredible legs).
Paul and I were going to take the ferry from Cremorne Point and sail across the harbour to meet Sarah outside the Opera House. Unfortunately, after a hot and humid day with a very high frizz factor, the biggest storm erupted just as we were about to leave so we took the less glamorous but drier option of a bus. We met Sarah and shared a bottle of fizz on the quayside before the performance.
Paul was not disappointed. As soon as the orchestra started playing the familiar music by Délibes he was happy and soon became engrossed in the rather silly and light hearted tale of Coppélia. I was enthralled by everything - the music, costumes, scenery and spectacular skill and athleticism of the dancers. We had a perfect view of the stage and the acoustics in the high-vaulted theatre were brilliant; we were sitting in one of those massive sails that the Sydney Opera House is famous for.
A wonderful night out and a beautiful memory for us to look back on.