I had just returned from Rennes, where, at last, I had had a crown successfully fitted, and was parking the car when I heard the dogs next door going bananas. What had spooked them? I wondered. They are German and normally quite well behaved.
Verdi’s Falstaff at the Met delivers the lulz
Is Falstaff a casual, end of career “farewell tour” simply to prove the critics who claimed Verdi could not write comedy wrong? Far from it.