One of my favorite opera experiences was stumbling into the little Italian town of Lucca only to discover that it was the birthplace of my Puccini. I took in every step that I took (I was walking on hallowed ground after all). I read everything in the museum, I visited his statue and even stopped for something to drink at Caffetteria Turandot. I purchased a copy of an old poster advertising Tosca. That poster moved with me from place to place for a couple decades before I finally bought a house. I had it framed and put in my kitchen.