Last night, the fifth performance and half-way through the season of Parsifal, was pretty much what we hoped for. I was so relaxed while hanging, eyes shut and off in my own world I didn’t even notice coming down until I bumped into the floor almost in Anna-Lise’s lap.

I’ve resigned myself to not seeing much of anything. No Act 1, unless I sneak into the grid on the fifth floor and take some photos from there, and nothing of the third Act, unless I manage to get myself through a shower quicker and plonk myself jardin.

I did manage to take some photos of late in the second Act, just before slicing Anna’s name with black paint, though they didn’t come out as well as I’d hoped.