You understand, don't you, that we are Boring Old Farts with a very low Staying Up Late threshold, so we decided to eat before the show. Unfortunately the posh restaurants at Madinat Jumeirah don't turn the stove on until 7.30, so we scratched that idea and ate at one of the promenade restaurants. The Italian one, Toscana. I wasn't too impressed (if I'd wanted my main course destroyed by huge amounts of raw garlic I would have ordered that), but t'others enjoyed theirs, so that was OK.
As an hommage to our English heritage, somebody had arranged for a spot of rain as we arrived.
The show itself was entrancing, only slightly spoiled by two ignorant peasants receiving phone calls.