Half-time report

Placido is really on tonight. That 'mad' aria is practically unsingable but he managed... His stage presence is so intense. Nothing else matters. All my senses and every part of my being is focused on this young unfortunate, Oreste, lying in chains before me. I forget it's Placido. And then he sings and I remember and I just want to hug myself and wallow in that gorgeous sound. Gert, freezing but happy in Valencia.