We'd both read the play in school, and the thought of seeing it as grown-ups and enjoying the jokes and slapstick without wondering which parts would be on the final had some appeal. However, the reason the reviews were so enthusiastic was simple: the genius director had updated the play. It was now a subtle (or perhaps not) contemporary political satire centered on the then-current in-fighting in two (or maybe three) of France's major political parties.The allusions were beyond me. Have you ever been in a situation where you understand every word and yet the meaning of what's going on totally eludes you? Like being at a party where you don't know how people got their nicknames, Like, oh, people are laughing because Mr. S. is perhaps really not very tall. Or perhaps only tall in parts....Bronze Age Guy did not waste a minute in pointing out that we could have dined very well on what those tickets cost, and moreover we would have understood every word on the menus. So... an occasional concert or dance performance, but mostly the evenings are spent à table. And because that's the evening's entertainment, the evening's theatre, we just relax and enjoy it.
|Sandwich on Baguette|
So my travel wardrobe is generally: comfortable for the day,
Going out: stating the obvious, some places are less formal than others. Here I must say that as challenging as I find packing, it's even more frustrating to come home and unpack a bunch of unworn outfits! So for restaurant dinners, mostly I plan to wear black silk slacks, with either Missoni top or Rykiel striped silk sweater (almost tissue-thin), but I'm bringing a silk dress for the "splurge" evenings. And always, something to throw over shoulders in case of wayward breezes from strange air conditioners. I had some tailoring done: the Rykiel sweater had 3 gold buttons on one shoulder, which to my mind made it look mumsy and also made it impossible to add any jewelry. The buttons were on some kind of rivet, thus couldn't be changed without unravelling the whole sweater. So since the shoulder/neck business was black, I just painted the buttons black with 2 coats of a mysterious OPI nail polish which caused them to vanish. Maybe this isn't tailoring, but it's certainly an alteration. And the silk dress has a very graceful flow, which was clumsily interrupted by a side zipper that was simply too heavy for the fabric. I had no trouble getting in and out of the dress without using the zipper, so my tailor simply removed it.
Gaaaah, the striped sweater is back to full price! Talk about shopping karma!
Next travel post will be a summary of the itinerary!