The inside of an old opera house in Paris, 1920s. An auction is taking place.
Lot 665, ladies and gentlemen: a papier-mache musical box,
in the shape of a barrel-organ. Attached, the figure of a monkey in Persian robes playing the cymbals. This item, discovered in the vaults of the theatre, still in working order.
May I start the bidding at twenty francs? Fifteen, then? Fifteen I am bid. Do I hear twenty? Twenty! Excellent! Twenty-five? Do I hear...yes, twenty five! Do I hear...yes, thirty? Do I hear thirty five? Thirty five? Going once! Twice!
Sold, for thirty francs to the Vicomte de Chagny. Thank you, sir.
The box is handed across to RAOUL as he studies it for a moment.
RAOUL (quietly, half to himself, half to the box)
A collector's piece indeed... every detail exactly as she said... She often spoke of you, my friend...
Your velvet lining, and your figurine of lead...
RAOUL looks deeper into the workings of the music box.
Oh my God! There's so much mayonnaise!!!
Yesterday: Day Three
But before you go, some non-mayonnaise related nonsense.
Thanks for dropping by. Until next time, remember to be good to one another.
Oh, if you really, really are so very much tired of this, Doctor Who stuff is coming in 3 days.
I'm So Glad My Suffering Amuses You