After only living in this city for 11 months, we have finally seen our first Shakespearean play, a charming production of Twelfth Night in London's West End starring Derek Jacobi among others.
I must confess it took us a bit of time to get into the rhythm of Shakespeare's prose but we got there in the end. A big plus is that we saw the play in a newly renovated theatre in London known as the Wyndham Theatre that was just fabulous. The interior deco hearkens back to the turn of the century...just post-Victorian, where everything was lushly appointed, velvety, opulent, and golden.
And then there were those cute little boxes on the sides of the theatre that sit 2-4 people...I have always wanted to sit in one of those but I suspect the views of the stage can be somewhat obstructed as we saw people craning their bodies over the railings from time to time.
At one point, though, I know the theatre gods of yesteryear were turning in their graves as at one inopportune moment, the Budman and I observed one of the women in one of the boxes munching down on her Big Mac and fries. Come on, sister...show some class.
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