I’ve never been a fan of opera and in fact could probably be described as actively disliking it on account of the rather OTT nature of the arrangements. For me it’s over well before the fat lady starts up.
However, in a local café the other day I found my self surprised to be enjoying a delightful and uplifting number to accompany my milk tea.
It featured rich strings describing distinctly Italian scales and an occasional non-intrusive word-less female vox.
Can any of you point me in the…

