There had been thunder storms all day, so I suppose it was no surprise when half an hour into the ballet Giselle it started to pour down rain. Everyone rushed to get the sets under the loggia. I was dozing and wanted to go home. My roommate who seems to know about ballet said they were ghastly. The music was loud and canned. Oh well.
Tomorrow I am on my way home.
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