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Pilgrim’s Pick of the Week: Why I Puritani at the Met Is the Concert Worth a Flight to New York
Bellini’s I Puritani — currently in revival at the Met with Lisette Oropesa and Lawrence Brownlee, conducted by Marco Armiliato — is the New York concert worth a flight this week. Standing-room mechanics, Family Circle wisdom, and what to do before and after.

There is a certain kind of opera night where the building itself seems to lean forward. Bellini’s I Puritani — currently in revival at the Metropolitan Opera with Lisette Oropesa as Elvira and Lawrence Brownlee as Arturo, conducted by Marco Armiliato — is one of those nights. If you are weighing where to point a New York pilgrimage in the week ahead, this is the one. It is the kind of bel canto evening that does not happen often, in the kind of house where, when it goes right, the chandeliers seem to dim out of respect for the stage.

This week’s Pilgrim’s Pick is I Puritani at the Met. What follows is why — and how to stand in line for it without looking like a tourist.

Why this performance, this week

I Puritani is the last opera Vincenzo Bellini ever wrote. He died nine months after its 1835 Paris premiere, at thirty-three. The work sits at the absolute summit of bel canto — “beautiful singing” — a style that asks four principal singers to do things the human voice is barely built to do. The tenor’s role of Arturo famously climbs to a high F, a note so far above the staff that most tenors avoid the part entirely. The soprano’s mad scene rivals Lucia’s in difficulty and length. The baritone and bass roles each carry one of the most quoted arias in the repertoire. You cannot half-cast I Puritani. If you try, you get an audible accident. If you cast it correctly, you get one of the great nights in opera.

The Met’s current revival is correctly cast. Lisette Oropesa is one of the great Elviras of her generation — agile, fearless in coloratura, with a top that floats rather than barks. Lawrence Brownlee owns the Arturo high F repertoire as completely as anyone alive; he sings the note in concert as a calling card. Artur Ruciński brings a true Italianate baritone to Riccardo. Christian Van Horn anchors the bass-baritone role of Giorgio with the kind of long, dark line bel canto demands. Marco Armiliato is the Met’s go-to bel canto conductor, the one who knows how to hold an orchestra back so the voices can do their work. This is not a guess. The combination is on the Met’s own production page, and it is the reason this revival is the pick.

A short history of the Met you should know before you go

The Metropolitan Opera began in 1883 in a building on Broadway and 39th Street, founded by a group of New York industrialists who could not get boxes at the older Academy of Music. The current house at Lincoln Center opened in September 1966 with Samuel Barber’s Antony and Cleopatra — a famous flop, which is the kind of thing opera fans love to remember. The auditorium seats roughly 3,800, with additional standing-room places sold the day of each performance. Marc Chagall’s two enormous murals dominate the lobby. The starburst chandeliers retract toward the ceiling at curtain — a small piece of theater before the theater begins.

The Met is the largest repertory opera house in North America. That scale is part of the pilgrimage. So is the language: the company performs in the original language of each opera, with English and other-language Met Titles available on the small screen mounted on the back of the seat in front of you. You can turn yours off if you want to listen unaided. Most newcomers leave them on. There is no shame either way.

The standing room culture

The Met sells standing-room tickets for every performance — orchestra-level standing in the rear, and Family Circle standing way up. Standing-room is sold the day of the performance, in person at the Met box office, with a strict limit per buyer. A long line forms early in the morning for marquee performances. For a Puritani night with Oropesa and Brownlee, expect that line to be serious. Bring a book. Bring a friend to hold your spot when you need coffee. Bring patience for the box-office staff, who have heard every variation of every question and still answer them.

Standing-room veterans have a few unwritten rules. You do not save spots for friends who arrive after the doors open — your spot is your spot. You do not lean over the bar and block the person behind you. You do not unwrap a cough drop during a pianissimo. You do clap; you clap hard; you cheer at the end. The standing-room crowd is, person for person, the most knowledgeable audience in the house. They are there because they love the work, not because someone gave them tickets to a benefit.

For seats, the Met’s day-of rush program offers a limited number of orchestra seats at a steep discount on most performances. Rush tickets are released online at noon for evening performances and at noon the day before for matinees. They sell out in seconds for popular nights. There is also a student program, Met Opera 360°, with deeply discounted tickets for full-time students with a verified .edu email. Check the Met’s official ticket page before you buy from anywhere else. Always.

Where to sit if you can choose

Family Circle — the topmost ring — is famously the best deal in the house and, on a vocal night like this one, arguably the best sound. The Met’s auditorium was designed with vocal projection in mind. Voices climb. Strings climb less well. A floor seat under the overhang of the Grand Tier can deaden the orchestra; a Family Circle seat near the center will give you an unobstructed wash of singer and ensemble.

If you are tall, the Family Circle’s leg room is forgiving. If you have any anxiety about heights, sit further back in the section rather than at the rail — the rake is steep enough to be honest about. Dress Circle and Grand Tier give you a closer view of the stage and the supertitles, but you pay for it. Orchestra Premium is the showpiece seating with the showpiece price. For I Puritani, where the spectacle is vocal rather than scenic, save the money and go up.

Etiquette that matters at the opera (and that nobody tells you)

You do not clap during an aria. You wait for the orchestral postlude to die away. If the singer holds a phrase or a cadenza so well the audience cannot help itself, you will hear a few brave souls start the applause and the rest of the room will follow. Do not be the brave soul on your first night. Do be willing to bravo at the end of an aria — bravo for a man, brava for a woman, bravi for a duet or ensemble. Mispronouncing it is fine. Yelling it for a flat top note is not.

Dress is whatever you are comfortable in. The Met has not enforced a dress code in decades. You will see tuxedos in the Grand Tier on opening nights and you will see jeans and clean sneakers in the Family Circle on a Tuesday. The unwritten rule is closer to “do not wear what you wore to the gym.” Smart-casual covers it. If you want to dress up, dress up. The architecture rewards it.

Late seating at the Met is restricted to specific pause points, not whenever you arrive. If you are late, you will watch the first scene on a monitor in the lobby. Plan to be in your seat fifteen minutes before curtain. The Met’s interior is not small, and finding your row in Family Circle the first time will take longer than you think.

What to do before and after

Lincoln Center’s plaza, with the Revson Fountain at its center, is one of the great public spaces in New York. The fountain runs on a programmed cycle and is genuinely worth ten minutes of your time before curtain. The Hudson — a restaurant inside the David H. Koch Theater across the plaza — is convenient for a pre-show meal but books up. The Met’s own Grand Tier Restaurant, inside the opera house, requires a same-day reservation and a ticket for that evening’s performance. It is famously expensive. It is also famously close to your seat.

For a quieter dinner, walk one block west to Amsterdam Avenue. Bar Boulud, across Broadway, is the long-standing pre-opera move for a reason — they understand the curtain time and pace the meal accordingly. After the show, the neighborhood empties fast; if you want a nightcap, walk south to the Empire Hotel rooftop or east into Columbus Circle. The 1 train at 66th Street will get you anywhere you are going.

If I Puritani is sold out, the alternates

Carnegie Hall is fifteen blocks south and almost always has a performance worth attending. The Stern Auditorium / Perelman Stage is the room you have seen in photographs — the white, gold, and red horseshoe of balconies that has hosted every great soloist of the past century. Tchaikovsky conducted on opening night in 1891. Carnegie’s student rush and partial-view ticket programs are real. Check the Carnegie Hall calendar the day of, in person at the box office or on the official site, before you assume you cannot get in.

For jazz, the Village Vanguard at Seventh Avenue South in the Village is the room. A small triangular basement. The list of records made in that room is a list of the foundational documents of jazz. The Vanguard’s house rule is older than most of the audience: no talking during the music. They mean it. Sets typically run at two times each evening. Reservations are essential and the cover is cash-friendly. Birdland on West 44th and Smalls in the West Village are the working alternates. Each rewards a different kind of listening.

The Apollo Theater in Harlem holds Amateur Night on Wednesdays during its run, a tradition that has launched careers since 1934. The audience boos the bad acts off the stage. This is not rude; it is the tradition. The Executioner has been part of the show since the 1980s. If you go, go willing to participate.

The pilgrim’s posture

These rooms are not museums. They are working halls, full of working musicians, in front of working audiences who care. The reverence is earned, not enforced. The point of a pilgrimage to a great hall is not to be impressed; it is to be present. Buy the cheap seat in the room with the great cast. Stand in the standing-room line. Climb to Family Circle. Listen, on the way home, to the recording of the same opera by the singer who sang it fifty years before the one you just heard, and let the through-line sit with you.

This week, the through-line is Bellini, in a house that has been singing him for a hundred and forty years, by singers worth a flight.

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Sources

  • Metropolitan Opera, I Puritani production page, metopera.org — cast, conductor, production credits.

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