I went to the opera yesterday to see “Othello”, a play by Shakespeare later transformed into an opera by Verdi. I completely forgot the entire plot and remembered only the detail when Othello strangled his wife on their bed; listening to the Italian singing and reading the German sub-title obviously didn’t help one bit. Plus, I sat in in a corner balcony on the top floor where a quarter of my view was block by the balcony in front of me. It was a refreshing experience nonetheless, a complete change of routine in my travel.
Who says Italians set the dress code for the opera? The ladies of Hamburg was impeccably dressed (not only at the opera but in the center part of the city) as if they either have the talent for it or spend a huge portion of their salaries in studying and implementing fashion styles.
While I still like the showy and glittery fashion of Eastern Europe, I have to say the simplicity and elegant style seen in Hamburg has its appeal.