I thought it was important to do something special with my daughter, so when we had the opportunity to get reduced-priced tickets to the ballet, Sleeping Beauty, I took the plunge and got two tickets.
I promised Juliet I would get her a party dress to wear, but I didn’t have enough time to go to La Defense where there were more choices. So I got her a simple red velvet dress that she was completely enchanted with.
“Mom, it’s just like the curtains that Maria made into clothes in the Sound of Music!” she gushed.
“I’m so .. um .. glad, honey.”
Honestly, I was really nervous to go. It meant leaving my house (always hard for me), driving into Paris at night, with me as the sole person responsible for two young girls. (Juliet brought a friend). But I did it. We even managed the Arc de Triomphe with its famous roundabout where traffic coming into it have priority over those who’re already inside. I didn’t even flinch when taxis came straight at me, going top-speed. I just slowed down and let them pass. It was the getting lost and finding the parking lot that stressed me out a bit. But we did it.
The Opéra Bastille is not to be confused with the opera house “Garnier” that is gilded and located more centrally in Paris, next to Galerie Lafayette. This opera house is in the 12th arrondissement where the prison Bastille was located and stormed during the French revolution.
The underbelly of the opéra retains some of it’s rebellious flair.
But once we were there, I fully relaxed.
The halls were well-lit and teeming with people.
And we found some other people we knew that attend the conservatory with us, and our seats were happily all together.
The opéra opened in 1989 and everything is fairly new. The ceiling
The seating was very steep and I would not have liked to be seated right on the edge.
Here’s the pit orchestra (halloo down there)
And once the ballet started, we could have been anywhere in the world.
Even in a fairy tale.
This was a great memory we made together
And there was only one complaint to spoil the entire evening.
I see the evil witch. But where was the dragon???
* these pictures were taken with my daughter’s point and shoot because I didn’t want to bring my big clunky one.