Dreamed of meeting Klaus Barbie in his SS days (I'd been reading about him in "The Good War"); prophesying that he'd die in prison; walking along Yonge Street at night with a pony who turned into a woman in the day.
Dinner was pizza.
We did the dress rehearsal of La Traviata. Giuseppe told me last night that the chorus would be in the curtain call, but then he changed his mind. (These things happen often.) We found some pro dancers for the scene with the gypsies and bullfighters. I gave Carmen her valentine a day late (she isn't in Rigoletto), and she was pleased. Later I coaxed a hug from her!
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