My first opera of the new season in Paris, after kicking off in Brussels with Kris Defoort’s thought-provoking The Day of our Singing, was another nearly-new work, totally new to me: Sir George Benjamin’s Picture a day like this.
Only time can tell if some performances enter the collective opera memory, if such a thing even exists, as “historical”
Is there any opera more bullet-proof than Le Nozze di Figaro?