What’s better during a summer evening than sitting in one’s own garden, listening to music and enjoying the warm light of sunset?
Without music life would be a mistake, music is what feelings sound like; music is the poetry of the air.
I have my own particular sorrows, loves, delights, and you have yours. But sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, love, belong to all of us, at all times and in all places. Music is the only means whereby we feel these emotions in their universality.
This evening I’m in the mood for opera, Italians are the masters of opera in my opinion, even though I don’t want to neglect composers from other countries.

I have always had a liking for “La Bohème” by Giacomo Puccini.
Here is Mimi, the delicate little seamstress who lives in a tiny chamber near the roof....
Do you know the subject of this opera, the “libretto” as Italians call the plot?