Fredericton, New Brunswick, CA.
Meanwhile, in Canada.

New York, NY.
I haven’t been to the Metropolitan Opera since
I was a little kid. My grandmother used to take
me once every two years or so. I remember most
the red velvet walls that I would run my hands
over as I walked up the stairs, and the beautiful
starry chandeliers that rose into the ceiling
before the show began. Both were just as dreamy today.