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Stratford sensation

It's a rainy day at the farmette. So it'll be a quiet, restful indoor Sunday. Which is good, after having been pretty busy all week.

Sister Sandy and I had our first 2024 trip to Stratford on Friday to have a delicious lunch and see Twelfth Night. It was a ripper.

We did our usual selfie in which we got the glare from the flash on our glasses and I did my usual fake smile. She's always way better at this. Must be because, ahem, she's younger?

Anyhow, the Shakespearean play is one of the funnest - lots of ribaldry, trickery and mistaken identities.

It was three hours of excellent acting and cavorting. It must be exhausting for the main characters.

This one was a bit quirky in that it had a 1960s vibe. A couple with back packs and a map kept wandering through the set looking for their destination.

Everyone was great - with Viola being played by Jessica B. Hill and direction by veteran Seana McKenna. But Olivia's fool Feste played by Deborah Hay stole the show. Not only was she wearing a long fringed leather vest, a floppy sixties kaleidescopic cap and bell bottom jeans, she was really cagey silly and sang like a proverbial angel. Honestly. When she opened her mouth to sing her numbers, I couldn't believe the power coming from that wee body.

Anyhow. We preceded the show with a lovely lunch at Mercer Kitchen and Beer Hall. It's right downtown and I highly recommend going there for the sushi. YUM!

We took a break half way through the production to sit on the upper balcony, where we were called back into the theatre by the time-honoured tradition of a trumpet fanfare.

I love that they're still doing that.

It was a gloriously sunny day and, as usual, we had a fantastic time visiting, joking and laughing the whole way there and back. Completely worth the three hour round trip from the farmette. Feeling fortunate.

Here's Sandy in front of the Festival Theatre, happy to have been entertained again by a great production. Until next week.

Gratuitous cat photo courtesy of Hobbes and Fred. Hobbes was gracious enough to share his mat and the sunbeam.


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