The first part of the adventure was getting there. Out of the subway, past the tower blocks and under the motorway flyover. A quick glance at Google Maps and into a patch of litter-blown scrub. Someone bustles up alongside me: ‘Are you looking for the opera?’ I am, yes: and my guess is that the cluster of clipboard-y types in high-vis tabards next to that warehouse probably marks the entrance.
Richard Bratby
An electrifying, immersive thrill: Scottish Opera’s Candide reviewed
Plus: at Opera Holland Park a trim, affectionate staging of HMS Pinafore with an athletic and well-drilled cast
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