Scott's a dork, a music dork at the very least

My typical approach to “getting” Paris (as much as an American New Yorker, primarily English-speaking, 22 year-old can “get” most anything) has been to find something I think is funny or absurd about the place and project it outward.

Last night, however, Amalea and I were lucky enough to score last minute (7Euro, partial visibility mind you) tickets to see Cossi fan Tutte at the Paris Garnier Opera house (the big one, supposed to be the house in which the “Phantom of the Opera” legend took place). Now, I can certainly be a music critic, but my weaknesses were exposed and my ability to find the funny or the absurd were melted into a puddle of goo last night at the opera. From the house's architectural styling and gesture; the brilliant, golden glow chandeliers; the ornate, gold-leafed detail of the walls and balconies; and the Chagall painting that spanned the entire ceiling, the Paris Opera house was extraordinary; a sight worthy of adoration.

And the performances, the performances were phenomenal. I’m going to stop myself now because I realize that most people aren’t exactly looking to read the writing of a music geek gushing over something they themselves cannot see nor hear. But I assure you, this music geek was oh so happy last night.

Abridged: Scott’s a bit of a sucker for great music of most if not all kinds. Scott had a good time, strike that, a real good time last night at the Paris Opera. You should all visit it sometime soon and make Scott listen to how much you liked it because you might have read this piece of writing in full.