
After more than twenty years of unsuccessful attempts to secure tickets, I imagined that experiencing a performance at the Festspielhaus would be a singular, once-in-a-lifetime event. Yet that has not proven to be the case. With each passing year, I find myself drawn back to the theater on the “Green Hill.” This season is no exception, as I return once again for the Festival’s first performances of Rienzi, and a second viewing of Tcherniakov’s production of Der fliegende Holländer.
After three visits, I am comfortable making the following recommendations.










