Carlo took Luisa to see Le Nozze di Figaro the other evening at Frankfurt's opera house. It was her first opera, and Mozart was a good choice. Figaro was, coincidentally, also the first opera I ever saw - with my mother at the New York City Opera. Anyway, I made a big to-do about Luisa going, because she enjoys being fussed over. She wore this beautiful dress - unfortunately you can't see it's a dark dark plum, and I lent her my Chinese purse. Miles and I waved goodbye, and settled in to
watch Indiana Jones on video for the
umpteenth time, pyjamaramaed,
happy as clams.