I have made my pilgrimage to Bayreuth in the autumn of 2013. I went on a guided tour inside the theater on the stage and into the orchestra pit, but I will not be there to see an opera until they begin to stage them in a way that is actually worth seeing. One remarkable detail about the house I got to learn about on the tour, was that on particularly hot summers the orchestra often wears t-shirts and flip-flops instead of regular suits. The temperature in the orchestra pit goes up to 40 C, and the audience cannot see them anyway. They hold a suit ready for the conductor when he comes out to take applause. A few nights later I had a dream where I was conducting a sweaty orchestra in t-shirts and flip-flops, passionately playing some of the best music the world has ever heard.
I also wanted to visit Villa Wahnfried, but it was under renovation. There was a big cardboard fence around it with openings you could stick your head into and see a big ditch in front of the house and a quite annoyed looking construction crew. I could still get to the grave of the Meister and his dog Rus, buried at his feet. The grave has no name or inscription, but everyone who comes there, knows who exactly lies there.
There is also a nice little park with some beautiful old trees that begins right behind the house. As my man and I wandered in it, there was a timeless feel about it, as if time flowed differently there, and as if, coming out on the other end you could get into the enchanted forest around the Grail castle, or to the shore of the Rhine where Valhalla stands, or to the deep primeval woods where Siegfried once heard the woodbird calling him.
Generally, the entire town is permeated with the spirit of Wagner worship, especially obvious in the year of his 200th birthday. Here are some photos of mine:
The one before last is the Festspielhaus as viewed from the railway station. You can hardly miss it.