Winter gathered in the South last week. The tops of the dark mountains were panelled brightly with ice. The chandeliers at the opera house, El Teatro Colon, in Buenos Aires, glittered as if with a luminous frost. At 9 o'clock, when the curbs outside it were populated with chauffeurs, wrapped in long coats, music began in El Colon. Tullio Serafin raised his baton, the violins began a soft prelude and the curtain rose upon Aida, a scene of warm sands and tropical trees.
The personnel of El Colon...
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