And so it begins – Stratford and the visit that got me started. The weather was bad, and this place was dreadful, but the RSC across the river was just as great view as I had hoped it would be. Like any good tourist, I snapped my photos and mady my exist filled with dizzying … More Beginning
By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. I went to Stratford-upon-Avon the other day, and I hated it. Words touristy and theme park come to mind. There was the Iago’s Barbershop, of course, and the Bard’s Barbers, as well as an Alice shop, a Peter Rabbit shop, a let’s-see-how-Hogwardy-we-can-make-it-without-getting-sued shop, dozens … More Why Shakespeare?