Stratford, here we are!

We had just about a four-hour trip from the Ann Arbor area to Stratford. The only thing that slowed it down was the border. There I had the fun of answering a bilingual Canadian border person in French and getting the 3rd degree in French rather than English. It was kind of funny because he assumed I was not American because I was speaking French. I like that concept.

The weather was hot at the border and by the time we got to Stratford, it was cooling off, so much that by bedtime, it was pretty much almost cold. It rained on and off that evening.

We cleaned up and went to dinner, finding that our travel companions had a medical difficulty and would be coming the following day.

We changed our dinner reservation from four people to two at the Bijou and then went to our play, all within walking distance of our B&B (The Three Houses). Dinner was perfection and the play a great ending to another day of travel.

The Play, ‘School for Scandal, by Richard Brinsley Sheridan, a satire on scandal (how fitting given our current political crisis) and was a laugh from start to finish.

Saturday, we had breakfast at the B&B with Adrienne (my former French colleague whom I seem to see more in Stratford than on the North Shore we share) and her husband, Les before going into town and reinvigorating the Canadian economy. We had poutine and drinks at Bentley’s before going to the play in the Studio Theatre. We saw the ‘Virgin Trial,’ the second in a series of Kate Hennig’s plays on the Tudor Family. It was the study of Elizabeth I as a fourteen year old and shows her being questioned as to her involvement in an attempt at the life of her brother, King Edward. It was truly the ‘crème de la crème’ of theatre. We had seen ‘The Last Wife,’ the story of Henry VIII’s last wife, Katherine Parr. Kate Hennig manages to bring to history to life on a stage pretty much devoid of scenery.

We were concerned that our traveling companions had not shown up by dinner although we knew that they were on the way. We went to dinner at Mercer Hall and while there got a call that they had finally arrived. They were not up to eating dinner with us and decided to grab a bite elsewhere. We finished early, went to the Patterson Theatre and sat by the dammed portion of the Avon River and watched the evening, ducks, kayakers, and swans.

Tony joined us and we saw what I felt was the least successful of the plays we had seen thus far, ‘The Changeling,’ a play by Thomas Middleton and William Rowley. Although written in the early 17th Century and set in Franco’s Spain of the earlier part of the 20th Century. I found it hard to follow the connections of the different characters because it was hard to follow. The cast was huge, very talented, but even so, I really don’t feel that they were able to pull it off.

Nonetheless, we had a great time.

About Richard Koerner

Sixty something, father, papi, educator, organizer, Francophile, traveler, amateur photographer, gardener, cyclist, kayaker, calligrapher, cinephile, reader, and overall renaissance type human being.

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