Opéra Bastille

From La Comédie, we go to L’Opéra de la Bastille because the tickets for the Russian opera are at this opera house, not the national one, and that means the other side of town, almost.

So, now, here we are, in search of the elusive €5 standing room ticket to catch an opéra, simply what one does here in Paris, at a price point I can afford, and alas, the already-waiting packs of teens indicate at even these uncomfortable bargain busters are simply not in the cards for us this evening.

Instead, we do a happy little reunion dance, amplified by the goodies Mauro and Sara unpack and hand our way, samples of delish port wine–Porto is, after all, Portugal’s proprietary vino, akin to champagne for the Frenchies–and sweet egg treats called ovos or something like that, soft meringues complete with starburst orange yolks, another Portuguese delicacy.

And, now that we are hopped up on sugary treats, Marek pulls out his country’s contribution–a big ol’ bottle of wodka.



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