Hot town, moist air, on the parking a lot  of huge statues of pharaohs and sphinxes.

We walk along the ancient stone slabs. The air is sticky and heavy. Perhaps it will be the rain.
Ahead is a  huge area. It is an  old Roman amphitheater. Perfectly preserved. In size, of course, smaller then Colloseum. Around  - a lot of people.
We still have a bit of time to drink cold coffee or a glass of prosseko, but all the tables in the countless cafes on the square occupied.
We go inside the amphitheater.
Today we will listen  ”Aida” by Verdi. Let us see is this is a  truth when they say that it’s worth a special visit to Verona.
The huge hall. Rostrum almost fully occupied. On the scene has grown golden pyramid surrounded by sphinxes from Karnak temple. The orchestra pit is empty.
Slowly fill the stalls. Appears on the scene an ancient Egyptian with a hammer and a huge silver bowl-gong. She drives a little hammer on a plate, until the room is not spread out a long drawn-out sound. Then, once an attempt on her plate. This – the first call.
We sit in the stalls, drinking cold poosseko eating  parmesan cheese.
Exactly at 9.15 starts representation. Hall is complete. Above us are worn bats. The sky is dark blue. Shine with gold decorations. Ancient Egypt was very beautiful! Appearing on the scene in rich robes protagonists. At first it seems to us that the voices they are quiet. Hall of transfixed. We sit under the open sky, but have nothing to breathe.
Scene fills a huge number of people in beautiful clothes, the servants of Pharaoh, bring to the staffs of gold cartouches and images of gods. This is a polyphonic choir. From these sounds, we just freezes. Excellent acoustics.
A light breeze blew.
And then dropped the first drops of rain.
Aida finished her aria.
The conductor waved his wand and walked away.
The scene faded.
Musicians quietly got up and left too.
We have stated that due to weather conditions, the performance is postponed!
No disturbance in the stalls, gallery and whistles stomping.
Part of the audience to go out. Funny-from street to street))
Under a light rain, the ladies in evening gowns and imposing the Italians in white shirts are expected to continue. Especially no one is worried. People talk, drink, smoke. It looks like a very large interval.
After 45 minutes we were again invited to the hall.
The second effect was even more colorful, bird people, God Choir, Dance efiop slaves in the formulation of our choreographer, Vasilev-style from “Russian Seasons”, an excellent choral accompaniment and endless exotic change of scenery. The famous trumpet song was performed just fine. The conductor jumped in the glow of spotlights, as a tennis ball.
Approaching midnight. In the amphitheater, despite the late hour, it was very stuffy.
Announced an intermission.
In fact, we have been good. Opera really deserves a separate visit and listen, but the strength to sit still for two hours, and then go to Treviso already gone.
With a deep sense of satisfaction and light regrettable (if not eaten dinner all inclusive) we went to the car and drove back to the hotel.
The next day he returned from Lake Garda and Verona driving, we got into a terrible storm. The sky was black. Lightning darted across the sky. Traffic on motorway died. Before the evening performance at the Arena remained a little over an hour.