La Traviata

This week was starting to look a bit frantic with the impending trip to Scandinavia and the departure of DH to the Mother Ship in Calfornia again. Five loads of washing later, and the Hausfrau received an email telling her that La Traviata was to be performed in the Hauptbahnhof - main train station - in Zürich that night.

What else was there to do but reach for the mobile and text (or 'sms' as people here long-windedly refer to it) and call for the Dear Local Queen of Babysitters?

The only point of this post is to say that it's really not often that you get to stand in a train station with full orchestra in one ear and opera singers in the other, and I enjoyed every surreal minute.

But the most amusing part about it was that the hundreds of people who turned up were clearly so happy to be there, and in fact many of them were casually singing or humming along as though at a sort of operatic rock concert. (Never mind the tragic story being sung...)

On that note (sorry, obvious pun), bags must be packed and iPod and camera charged for the next adventure.