In London
At five o'clock one morning last week, a crooked line of sleepy humanity took form in the grey streets behind the Covent Garden Opera House, London. Some 15 hours later they, the gallery gods, got their reward in mighty rustling of finery, the silent but splendid music of diamonds that plays at the opening of Britain's opera season.
But for all that the tickets for downstairs were printed: "Evening Dress Indispensable," for all that some of the country's biggest whiskey and oil peers and their...
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