Like most of the world, I hid under the bed when Covent Garden announced a Laurent Pelly production of Meyerbeer’s Robert le Diable. Into every life a little Meyerbeer must fall, and mine has taken its fill.
Others, however, ventured forth. They got home very late and slept in this morning. First reviews have just appeared.
Edward Seckerson hated pretty much every endless, long minute of it.
Igor Toronyi-Lalic raved about ‘a surprise winter hit’.
Go figure. (Or wait for Fiona on Sunday).
UPDATE: Ah, here she is.