And it’s over.
Am I ready for this to be over?
I am, quietly, by myself, walking once around the opera house – reminiscing, a bit like the beginning of Mi restano le lagrime (minus the curtsies. Everybody draws the line somewhere)
There’s a half-done class waiting at home, and most people involved in this run will likely be on planes and trains (to France…) tomorrow. Back to normal life.
But oh, to have lived this.