pipistrellafelix | Stratford and so forth

So. Saturday morning woke up early...
Caught train to London Bridge, walked to Victoria Coach station (right by Buckingham palace), caught the coach to Stratford.
For the record, I dislike coach rides immensely. They're hot and dull and and send me to sleep even though I hate sleeping on them because I wake up groggy and with a bad taste in my mouth.
But anyway.
We got to Stratford-upon-Avon (glory be to the Bard!*) and wandered about a bit before going to the Swan Theater to see 'The Dog in the Manger' which is a play from the Spanish Golden Age. The theater was weird--sort of vertical--we were looking down from very high up, but very close to the stage.
'Dog' was FANTASTIC--it was a brilliant translation, amazing acting and directing, incredible costumes and set and lights...whoo. I really liked it.
We went to Shakespeare's birthplace in the afternoon...nice Tudor house. The Globe actually felt more...Shakespeare-y, even though it's a replica. Hmm. And we ate dinner at Garrick's Inn (a non-smoking pub...unusual), at which I nearly got a drink before remembering that I don't like alchol. I did have elderflower cordial at June's. That was tasty.
Anyhow. We went back to the Swan and saw 'House of Desires', another Spanish play--also very very good, althogh I think I liked Dog better. They play in repertory, so it was the same actors...the comic role was played both times by Simon Trinder, who is brilliant beyond compare. God, he was funny...ah. I love good actors.
Got a cab (how posh) to Warwick...slept in a B&B-hotel-place.
Woke up, walked about Warwick. There was a lovely image of a man in medieval dress at a cash machine...nacro. I love it.
Local bus to Coventry, where we saw the cathedral and didn't really do much before taking the coach back to London.
It's wonderful to have a house to come back to.
And now I'm going to go eat...necesito comida. Ahora.

*Reminds me of Phlip's Hallelujah Bard speech...which, by the way, Philip, you did infinetely better than the CWS we saw in London. As did Patrick do much better the opening gambit. Ah. Missed you both.