There’s a joke in France about the woman who went into a music store and told the clerk that her daughter needed the score to “Vache Qui Rie”(the cheese) instead of Walkure.
There’s another joke I heard in France about the Ladies Club in some provincal city that decided to “bring some culture” to their city, so they asked an opera director from Paris to come and talk to them about mounting an opera in the local theater. The director came to town, looked over the theater and how it was equipped, and then told them that he could do a very presentable production of Pelias and Melisand there. How much would that cost? the ladies wanted to know. He told them the price and was met with blank expressions. Finally one of the ladies said “Well, that’s a bit more than we were planing to spend. Maybe we could do Pelias this year, and Melisand next.”