Lobster caviar as a weekend self-indulgence
Last week was full of epiphanies I wanted to blog about. "Don Giovanni" at the Teatro Real made be think one more time about how crucial is the Don Juan vs Casanova dilemma; a dinner in Puerta de Hierro where the subject of Belle Epoque erotica was surprinsingly introduced; a trip to Salamanca where I symbolically rubbed shoulders with the New Sovereigns, gathered at Summit level; some weekend reading on the film-making of "Metropolitan" , the closest American cinema ever got to an European Art Movie. So, I decided to get rid of all that. If interested, start reading below.