Ok so there's this passage in Le Gaulois serial of Phantom in the chapter with Carlotta's croak that was cut from the novel edition where the ambassador to Persia shows up to the opera and everyone is watching to see if he and the daroga are gonna make eye contact and then nothing at all happens.
That evening, as on every evening, our Persian was thus dressed as a Persian; but the new ambassador of Persia, he was dressed in the latest Parisian fashion, and there was nothing surprising about that, since he had come straight from London. The seat occupied by the Persian was directly below the ambassador’s box. When the curtain fell, the Persian had stood up and remained standing, with his back to the box. But surely, he would turn around all at once, and the ambassador would see him. What would he do? Would he recognize him? Was there anyone, even in Persia, who knew the Persian? It had been said that he was a very important figure: well, we were about to find out! We didn’t see anything at all. Mr. Moncharmin recounts in his Memoirs that the Persian walked in front of the Persian ambassador without even greeting him and that it seemed to him there was more haughtiness and calm disdain in the former’s demeanor than usual.
But. Guess who also visited Paris.
The Shah.
Yes that Shah.
One thing that comes up in the Shah's journals about travelling around Europe is how much he loves going to the opera. He visited Paris in 1873 but also returned in 1878 for the Exposition.
Now imagine you're the king of Persia and you decide to check out this fancyass new opera house that was recently opened and you're receiving the Official Tour for World Leaders or whatever and you run into the distant cousin you exiled for not killing his maybe boyfriend who was also your ex best friend who is also here. alive. for some reason.
So forget Christine and Raoul and Carlotta and all that minor petty drama. I need like. An International Incident.














