And it opens with two contrasting (I use the term lightly) operas. I felt pretty indifferent to Donizetti’s Elixir of Love–in and of itself as an opera, it’s kind of inconsequential–but Gounod’s Faust! That opera is built for greatness. It was beautiful. A simply exquisite experience overall. You can read my reviews of Elixir and Faust at Houstonia Magazine.
