I’m working on an opera scene (Paolo likes opera, remember?). The first opera I ever saw, and my favorite to this day, is Verdi’s Rigoletto. Like any self-respecting Italian opera, it has a healthy dose of scandal, womanizing, family drama, date rape, and royalty. I was fortunate to see this opera at New York’s Metropolitan Opera House, probably the world’s second most famous opera house, and second only to La Scala in Milan, where (if I can finish this chapter) Paolo and Francesca go to see Rigoletto on opening night. I guess I’m just sentimental like that.