So weekend after next I’m flying south to be with the swans. That is, to see the San Francisco Ballet perform Swan Lake. Four times, in three days. (You know that about me, right?)
But the moment I may have truly crossed over into Crazy Swan Lady territory was when I booked the smallest possible season subscription with, um, the Paris Opera Ballet so that I could get an optimal ticket to see their Swan Lake in December. In Paris.
the view from a room 