I am just back from Phantom and it was phantastic. I really enjoyed it--I went to several "events' while I was here, but this was the best. I went to the newly restaged Les Mis, a big band concert, an organ concert at St Martins in the Fields, and a baroque concert at Oxford, but this was the most engaging. It is one thing to hear a CD of the exact same thing but entirely another to see it staged so well. It was fun, and I am glad I went.
I am almost cultured out. I went to both the National Gallery and the National Portrait Gallery. I went and saw a great show at the Tate on the Pre-Raphaelites, and very weird exhibits at the Tate Modern. There is a big photo month going on, and as I wandered from place to place, I tried to go to as many of these shows, small and large, as I could find. I guess I am looking for inspiration or my muse, though they remain elusive. Like I said, I am ALMOST cultured out. I forget sometimes how much I like seeing things like this. Once again, another reason why I probably travel alone...few would tolerate a trip like this.
I ate what I wanted, drank what I wanted and pretty much did what I wanted to do. I think London is a comfort stop because I am so familiar with the city, even after all these years. That is fun--I wasn't lost or stressed about getting anywhere. The days were long, but good.
Now it is on to Spain. I am far less certain about this part of the trip. An adventure to be sure, but a bit scarier. I will have different tales for sure. And maybe in Spanish!
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