Let's do the timewarp again
Our drive up to The Globe, and getting
parked (although the parking bay was sub-optimal, by a matter of
thirty feet or so), was what it must've been like to do the trip in
the 1960s. No real traffic to speak of. A parking space in New Globe
Walk. That's only happened once before.. A two minute stroll past the
ranks of Boris bikes towards the Thames to the Theatre.
A Midsummer Night's Dream
Was a dream. Energetic and comic, an
indication of just how good it was was that, despite frequent poring
rain, few if any groundlings left in search of drier, warmer
conditions. Thanks are due to BLISS for once again organising this season's visits.
Pucker up Puck. Oberon expresses his
gratitude.
Titania chases a lugubrious Bottom.
What goes on in the woods, at night.
A magical place. A transport carrying
1,557 people. A new 'old' theatre, and one that was built despite the
lack of political will and support for the arts.
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