Tosca May 2026

He was alone, clapping slowly. “Brava. A performance for the ages. Now—the consul?”

Flavia smiled—the cold, bright smile of Tosca in Act Three, when she thinks she has won. “No,” she said. “Now you are dead.” He was alone, clapping slowly

But this time, when she sang “Vissi d’arte,” she would mean every word. He was alone

“Signora Flavia,” he said, pouring two glasses of dark wine. “Your Tosca is sublime. The jealousy in Act Two—where she believes Cavaradossi has betrayed her—it comes so naturally. I wonder why.” when she sang “Vissi d’arte