Don’t know much about the classics that we heard,
But I loved the mix of orchestra and choir.

A collection of painted papers: as conceived by Paola Masino
And executed, apparently, by every artist under the Italian sun
With her persistence, it seems, over the course of four decades.

Thou mayst behold that fewer leaves do hang
Upon the boughs still shaking against the cold.

Toward San Pietro, the twilight of such a day
Before trees blossom and their leaves return.

Indoors offers a more certain outcome
Whether the forecast is spot-on or not;
And since Teatro Nuovo is quite close,
Only the program could raise any doubt.

Yet we have received conflicting reports:
In one, the evening is incredibly short;
Whereas according to my usual source
The Mozart alone could register a tort.

At the Rocca museum is “the Martyrdom of the Saints,”
A fresco I could only manage to misalign as a triptych: