We saw the Ballet of Giselle which tells the story of a simple village girl, Giselle, who falls in love with the Duke Albrecht, disguised as a commoner. When he his true identity is revealed and the truth of his intended betrothal to another royal comes out, Giselle goes mad and dies in her grief. During the second act, Giselle becomes a Wili, a spectral being of a young girl who has died before her wedding day and seek revenge upon their would-be husbands during the nighttime. When the Duke goes to Giselle's grave at night, the head Wili tries to dance him into exhaustion and ultimately to death so that Giselle may have her revenge, but Giselle intercedes and dances passionately with him until dawn, and he survives.
The performance was stunning, the dancers as ethereal as the creatures they were trying to emulate. The theater, which opened in 1890, was breath-taking. The walls and ceilings were so ornately decorated that I shall not even try to describe it for my words would not do justice. Luckily, I was able to sneak a few pictures before someone caught me and made me stop. I don't want to appear as an ignorant American, but this was one instance where I felt completely at ease saying, "I'm sorry, I'm American and I didn't know."
The painted frescoes depict images of springtime
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