“A hidden melody,” whispered a voice behind me, “a domino’s secret, played out on this very avenue.” Intrigued, we find ourselves standing before Avenue du Domino Noir in Le Plessis-Trévise, a name that echoes a far more famous opera. While not in the heart of Paris, the avenue’s name evokes the spirit of Daniel Auber’s “Le domino noir,” a tale of masked revelry and mistaken identities set in 18th-century Madrid. The opera, premiering in Paris in 1837, tells the story of Angèle, a novice nun who sneaks out for a masked ball. Her black domino disguise becomes a symbol of intrigue, leading to a night of confusion and ultimately, love. Though Avenue du Domino Noir is a quiet residential street, far from the grand opera houses of Paris, its name conjures images of masked balls, secret rendezvous, and the thrilling melodies of Auber’s masterpiece. It’s a reminder that even in the most ordinary of places, a touch of dramatic flair can linger. Perhaps, as you stroll down Avenue du Domino Noir, you can almost hear the faint strains of the opera, a hidden melody playing out in the suburban air.
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Step through the grand wooden doors of the Central House of the Workers of Art, and you’ll be transported to