Driving safely through rush-hour Malmö and still smiling! A good thing about driving with a teenager in the car is that no one can get out or rush off to do something else. If the timing is right you can get a loong chat about things that go on in each other's lives. We had that kind of ride.
Passing through a quiet village as the sun slowly set.
We arrived just in time to pick up our tickets to the baroque opera "King Arthur" by Henry Purcell. Siri's school was performing and we were the proud supporting team of the most talented cellist - and the only cello player!
We also took the time to pose in front of the mirror. The theatre is from 1894 and everything is kept in original style. (I knew that dress was showing a little too much...)
Baroque opera is a bit different from opera in general, I dare say. They repeat everything a hundred times - which is a good thing if it's a catchy tune. Otherwise it can be percieved as slightly sedating.
A harvesting party. Waiting for King Arthur. (He never turns up, not in this setting anyway.)
In the end Britannia turns up, calls for St George and blesses the most bountiful island in the world. Or something like that.
All students were amazing. Some, no doubt, are looking at professional careers as singers. And cello players, perhaps? Siri to the right, about to take a bow.