Fish, Chips, Beer, Park
After deciding on my plans yesterday, I was left with a bonus afternoon in London. After fulfilling my objective of eating fish and chips (with beer, in a park), my superfluously generous host took me out to the theatre to complete my London experience. I do not have the name of the play with me, but it was about five Irish sisters, their priest-turned-shaman-ish brother, and one son. Needless to say, it was easy to draw parallells to my own sisterly dynamics. The orderly one, the romantic one, the one who does all the work, the lunatic… The Old Vic was a beautiful theatre, our seats were supreme, and I had a splendid time.
One last night in London, and I was off for Rome. I was worried that a certain American President,s arrival would throw my plans off, but all went well. He seems to be following me around. He was in my home town just before I left. I won;t be surprised to see him in Athens.
Tags: London, Travel
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I suppose I am the lunatic!
Voila – Dancing at Lughnasa by Brian Friel
Who is the lunatic? I took Anastasia for the hard-working one. Oh, I suppose we each have our moments. L