Dean and Carolyn scored tickets to a ballet production of Don Quixote at the Stanislavsky Theater.
The theatre was lovely on the inside, and since I'm playing tourist, I took a picture:
I like how the rich blue is carried through to the proscenium arch.
The ballet had properly lavish sets and costumes, and the music was lively. There was a lot of "Look at my fan! "Look at my cape!". "Look at my sword!" kind-of choreography, and even a bit of flamenco dancing en pointe! Still, the dancing was subpar - enough so that I noticed. Dancers off-beat, the male principle missing his landing, etc.; Rachel would have had a fit. However, the audience was the most enthusiastic crowd I've seen outside of a Miller Dance Studio performance. We left somewhere around the 15th bows.
Oddly for us, when we left the theater at 10:15, this was the light outside:
It was a theater district, so naturally there was a monument to this guy nearby: