I have been to Drottningholm once before, in 2005, for a performance of Jean-Philippe Rameau’s Zoroastre. But I had forgotten how staggeringly well preserved the theatre is, how deeply atmospheric, the sense of walking back behind-the-scenes of the eighteenth century into its back rooms and performance spaces, the peeling wallpaper, the secret staircases:-

The stage:-

Behind-the-scenes:-

The wallpaper:-

The stage machinery:-

The view out into the park:-