annual mega-art festival was winding down so I quickly took it in then returned home to make my own art (the Gifford Land Art Stroll is just two weeks away!).
I turn on NPR and started paint another fish sculpture. A moment later the guy behind us began blasting what sounded like a Maria Callas recording. It was much better than Car Talk so I clicked off my radio to enjoy a familiar aria. Maria sounded terrific.Then, as it ended, I heard one man clapping. I rush to the fence, pushed aside the fronds and saw an opera singer beginning her next song fifty-feet away. I thought, "She must be preparing for a performance tonight!"
I rushed to the house and shouted at my bread-baking wife, "Quick, come with me!". As Francesca and I reached the fence and the next piece was ending we were both clapping. The lovely artist turned to us, smiled, and took a bow. Her host, a neighbor I had never met, invited us to join them.
Five minutes later we were in Dodo's living room enjoying a sublime operatic performance by our new friend, Joya. I suppose this will never happen again but it did, yesterday, in Coconut Grove.
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A lovely story. Merci.
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