On this late April afternoon, Avenue Montaigne was lulled as usual by the routine flow of cars.
Nothing, not even the hasty steps of some serial shopper leaving the Golden Triangle in a hurry, suggests that a tragedy has just taken place in the basement of one of its most famous addresses.
At 15 Avenue, Sesto has just savagely murdered Tolomeo, his father's murderer.
His revenge finally satisfied explodes in a triumphant aria
(“La giustizia”)
whose sovereign high notes pierce your heart, like his sword that of Ptolemy.
In his Sextus costume, countertenor Franco Fagioli is jubilant.
At the wand, his counterpart Philippe Jaroussky, he sweats…
“With Franco, there is always something that is done at the moment,
he explains half an hour later, in the elevator that leads to the corridor of the boxes.
Between yesterday and today, he has completely changed his recitatives.
It's electrifying, and, at the same time, you have no interest...
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